This space cannot be conquered
It cannot be touched
Stolen or erased.
It lies as a sea of pink
Stretched out to the world
From shore to shore
From heart to heart
Where mountains grow
And fields drown in gold and red.
The songs of heaven rain down
In a storm of pure
Washing out the world
Letting us go to the sea.
So I got here.
Swimming myself to sleep
Swimming my eyes open
Spinning as the sun and moon spin around me
Spinning until I become essence.
This space cannot be conquered.
That is why we have to take it.