Between the blades of grass
Liberated in the language of love
From any given past
Liberated in the language of love
In love with my miracle mind
Liberated in the language of love
Through the long mirror of time
I'm liberated in the language of love


Between the blades of grass certain fowl turn the earth
Heavy gales can break their paths
to which they are just as they were
The living seeds of every song devise the vibrant form
In this space in which the reverie is performed
Between the blades of grass as a clink of seething stem
Arch a coil of emerald mass to form the leafy diadem
The amethyst immersed below glows not although it can
As within me is but darkness yet the light is what I am

Between the blades of grass
Liberated in the language of love
From any given past
Liberated in the language of love
In love with my miracle mind
Liberated in the language of love
Through the long mirror of time
I'm liberated in the language of love


Between the blades of grass, a rhythm hums with every line
As the passages of distant worlds are mortal paradigms
The space in which our minds begin to gather vivid mass
Is a break of lucid emptiness between the blades of grass


Between the blades of grass, a trilling drift
runs through the breach
An inherent whisper frames the lineage of kindred speech
As we should love and proclaim love to all of which we pass
Let us gloss a gracious finger down
between the blades of grass

Between the blades of grass
Liberated in the language of love
From any given past
Liberated in the language of love
In love with my miracle mind
Liberated in the language of love
Through the long mirror of time
I'm liberated in the language of love