Something speaks from beyond 

Something writhes alive

In each of us

Something pulls and breathes

Beyond our touch 

They call it instinct

But it is magically distinct 

And can lead, lead, lead 

To something in your core

They call it power of the brain 

But it’s so much more 

It cannot be explained away 

It cannot be spoken out of existence 

They call it the mind 

But I’m not sure it’s mine 

It’s something connected 

It’s something knowing

It’s something kismet 

This wiseness 

Moves me

It takes me 

Here

Where I’m present

It flies me away

Where 

I am

The world