Here I am, listening.
Oh, what will unfold?
Two voices inside me,
Two voices and more.
Here I am, listening.
I see mountains before me,
I’ve seen mountains so often.
Mountains lie before me,
Beckoning.
Oh, I am listening…
Oh, we are beckoning,
Follow the rivers,
They know where to go.
We fall, and we make ourselves clear
By tumbling, by tumbling,
By touching the air,
By falling apart, and regathering,
We make ourselves nourishing.
Oh, follow me,
I am the river flowing,
Flowing from the peaks,
Flowing through the valleys,
Flowing cross roots
Of so many thirsty trees,
Flowing cross roots
Of so many thirsty trees.
In the desert, I am flowing,
Even though you may not see.
In the desert, I am beckoning
Always beneath,
Always beneath.
So many souls are nourished by me,
So many souls I am beckoning.
Hear my rush, my falling apart,
My splashes and crashes uncontrolled.
Hear my rush, my falling apart,
My crashes and rushes uncontrolled.
And this is how you know me:
By falling apart,
And this is how you know me.
Know by falling apart,
Know by falling apart…
