Shatter My Assumptions

If only I could get my mind to explode,
Then I could be free of my humanity, and its stupidity.

Spontaneous combustion, instantaneous conflagration, call it what you will,
I wish to break free of gravity, and be free like a bird.

I want to know a tree from the inside, and know a stream by its taste.
I want to understand time by the season, and hour by light.

I want to shatter my assumptions, as well as my doubts,
I want to be free of all things, and be bound just to life.

I want to know what it is like to chase the wind,
to have nowhere to go and be always en route.

To arrive and to depart is one and the same,
and to travel as a flock, a pair, or not.

The peace in sound is the rhythm in voice,
whatever place I listen is part of the score.

Cold and wet, dark and light, warm and dry, it is all the same.
Life and death, love and hate, more or less, it is all the same.

To rejoice in the heartbeat of my brief time.

If only I could get my mind to explode, and shatter all my assumptions.
Then, perhaps, I could be free.

To rejoice in the heartbeat of my brief time.