god you can make one feel so ordinary
often when I’m dissolving missions and prayers before sleep
i wonder, what star did you fall from?
because sometimes when I’m looking upward
i think i see a part of you
the part that homes the milky way
perhaps that is where you were born
to be honest, I’ve never seen greater radiance and beauty in form
for just between your eyes there is a gateway—
your heart-mind a maize i’d die to get lost in
and to think we could walk by each other on a road
as if we were just another trimmed up garden to pass through
makes me think maybe we’re all just pumpkin roses
the real truth is we contain more treasure inside then we can imagine
we’ve got our heads, deep in the holes digging instead of realizing
that the diamonds, and the emeralds are in our cells, our minds, our souls.