Once you free your sight 
once you be for life 

We are… 

When I dream, I dream in white, of 
bells and birdcage, boat dock sun and the 
cargo spice of what's to come 
like the images come one after one 

But this time, it was night 
the moon it lilted brightways sharp and the 
words to sleeping drifters dance as 
though to fall from page alive… 

When the 
light fell down was a wild burn 
like the night said, it could be learned 
with the journey you took a chance 
to forget when you start the dance… 

Did the hairs on the neck of time 
stand straight with me speaking their name 
and the pride that can make us blind 
does it simply fear being shamed 
oh the branch, is it known by seed 
how it comes to be… and 
do the blooms know their righteous power 
the beauty of being Seen 

Oh the pride that can make us blind! 
does it simply fear being shamed 
and the tide in it’s ever-pulling 
would naught but by breathing be tamed 
oh the thought is it known by speech 
how it comes to be… 
and do the colored blooms know their righteous power 
the beauty of being Seen… 

When I dream I dream in flight 
the swells and stills of all that’s come and the 
setting forth our kindred sum 
a point in a constellation 

When the light fell down was a wild burn 
your mission forming with every turn 
to assemble and piece it whole 
to remember this dance we woke 

The beauty of being Seen…