outside my window in the courtyard of the world the gentle rain was falling no breath of wind no cry of a beast or bird too quiet too still i turned to see the raindrops like a thousand poet s words splash their circles on the stones they seemed to wash over everything with love and for a moment the courtyard heard until the sun came bursting through the clouds hung up his rainbows in the sky and with a laugh of flames said now go chase the gold and the world became the world now we re all travellers some seekers and some sought who d leave the courtyard to be caught in nets of self damned certainty and choice but do you believe our voice you you ve got what must belong to me i need i ll bleed for more possessions you you ve got no right to disagree bow kneel or fear my aggressions thank god if sometimes your oyster holds a pearl when the world remains the world 