There are some thing that can't be taught.
and some things that can't be forgot.
All you can do is move ahead
and think a different way instead.
Under the sky and under the sun
makes it easier to be one.
There is no reason. All we are
is space outside a broken jar.
There's things which can be thought upon
to focus on the inner calm.
It's not that hard to be reborn,
to find the eye within the storm.
It's hard to put it into words.
It's hard to talk and to be heard.
The silence stays, it grows and grows.
There's things I know and things I don't.
It's the quiet of the night
that breaks the walls and kills the fight.
There's so much space for thoughts to grow.
The rest is just like coming home.
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