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
of our divinity and still be a human.

With my feet upon the ground I lose 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 what ever 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 and may just go where no one`s been.

Spiral out. Keep going...