human senses grasp to find how it all relates outside the mind how the light defines the form how the real is hiding so much more so we break the world into the left and right the black and white the me and you stuck within duality trying to find reality but these lines are not so clean the right and wrong the you and me you are beginning you are beginning you are beginning you are beginning i am the branches i am the branches i am the branches i am the branches you are the ocean you are the ocean you are the ocean you are the ocean i am the whale i am the whale i am the whale i am the whale so the poets shape their lips fill their pens and fasten god to script while the mystics lose their words writing music found in notes unheard there s no need to tear the world to left and right the black and white the me and you leave behind duality to infinite reality there is more than what we see the endless world of you and me you are beginning you are beginning you are beginning you are beginning i am the branches i am the branches i am the branches i am the branches you are the ocean you are the ocean you are the ocean you are the ocean i am the whale i am the whale i am the whale i am the whale you are the color you are the color you are the color you are the color i am the sky i am the sky i am the sky i am the sky you are the ocean you are the ocean you are the ocean you are the ocean i am the whale i am the whale i am the whale i am the whale