Look to the eyes
Do they pierce you?
The eye of the needle
Lets only One through
The meadow claims its ground
And the universe knows no bounds
The ocean surrounds
And the many territorial disputes
Have no meaning
We don't own the land
We came from the land
Can you own what you come from?
Things are turned around
Thoughts are reverse,
So the truth is we are the territory
And who do we say we serve
Who owns us?
Do we serve the land?
In other words,
Do we serve others as ourselves
And then look up
In Eucharist?
In the thanksgiving
That IS life giving,
Acknowledging, giving thanks
And praising the creator
Of heaven and earth
That is where we come from
Our life source
The heavens have no bounds
No chains
The stars are infinite in number
And each tear and rain drop
are unique
Mountains are rising in praise
And we're here busy
Trying to live truly
Worried we were unruly
Uncertain if we belong
We belong
Because we were created
We belong
And we are each a gift
And the world is precious
Particles
We mustn't discard
Because we too
Are Particles
Atoms
Adam
