From inside and outside,
I am the beat of your living heart;
I laughed and cried the day I died;
I know the end and knew the start.
Within your twisted world of color,
I am entangled in your jungle of dreams;
I dance the dance of waltz and watcher;
I float on the earth and walk on the streams.
Without presence and transcendence,
I am both butterfly and cocoon;
I sing the song of sound and silence;
I sleep with the sun and rise with the moon.