Look at these trees
Look at this grass
Look at those clouds
Look at them now
And look at them now
Now, look at them now,look at them now
Take a closer look
Study the raindrops on the leaves
Study the ants on the ground
Study the ground, the brown porous topsoil, its softness
The mushrooms and the strange blue flowers that grow near
Study this and ask yourself: "Where is God?"
Back and forth and rounding up
Avoiding the loops of the mind
This place doesn't know
Look at me
This place doesn't care about the holy scriptures, or how to pronounce and live by the ecclesiastical
This is a no-man's land
This is a no-God's land
Look at those trees again
Look at the bark
Look at their height
Are they not darker than the trees?
Are they not smaller?
Listen to the wind and the rattling leaves
It's whispering a pagan psalm
Back and forth and rounding up
Avoiding the loops of the mind, mind
Back and forth and rounding up
Avoiding the loops of the mind, mind
To become the untamed, smooth and muscular, like lions of the mind, mind
I am, elsewhere
I am, all over the place
I am, like lions