Over thinking, over analyzing separates the body from the mind.
Withering my intuition leaving all these opportunities behind.
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 weep like a widow, 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.

(c) Tool - Lateralus