Lateralus by Tool
Black then white are all I see in my infancy.
Red and yellow then came to be,
reaching out to me, lets me see.
As below so above
and beyond I imagine,
drawn beyond the lines of reason.
Push the envelope. Watch it bend.
Over thinking, over analyzing,
separates the body from the mind.
Withering my intuition,
missing opportunities and I must
feed my will to feel my moment
drawing way outside the lines.
Feed my will to feel this moment,
urging me to cross the line.
Reaching out to embrace the random.
Reaching out to embrace
whatever may come.
I embrace my desire to...
feel the rhythm,
to feel connected enough to step aside
and weep like a widow,
to feel inspired,
to fathom the power,
to witness the beauty,
to bathe in the fountain,
to swing on the spiral,
to swing on the spiral of our divinity
and still be a human.
With my feet upon the ground,
I move myself between the sounds
and open wide to suck it in.
I feel it move across my skin.
I'm reaching up and reaching out.
I'm reaching for the random or
whatever will bewilder me,
whatever will bewilder me.
And following our will and wind,
we may just go where no one's been.
We'll ride the spiral to the end
We may just go where no one's been.
Spiral out. Keep going.
Spiral out. Keep going.
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"I'm reaching for the random or whatever will bewilder me,
whatever will bewilder me."
I made a chi ball today, and threw it around - felt it's energy transfer between my left and right hands. I am bewildered, and excited.