We are the waves that rise to touch the sky, born to fall into sleep The parabola unfolded, intoxicating in its essence The heart's crown is weightless in your hands, set forth from desire The light trails lead us forward, we are lost at sea Lost at sea with words as anchors. Letting go, but not adrift We know the tides, watch them align to pull and sway the currents Still a sail through the fog, we move on, we keep moving Beingness is solitude, balanced is precision We're purified in rays. Now I have reached composure Bound by the moon, crossed by the stars