Slowly untethering myself from things of a worldly nature.

The quiet is not what we think,

She comes in peace, offering that which money cannot buy 

So we must pay her in kind by extending ourselves into the ether,

Reaching out for the familiar hand of our wholeness

Our oneness refuses to show itself in a fog of self loathing 

But can only be found when we unburden ourselves from the density of the world's ugliness

To reveal a weightless spirit; light as air that has always dwelled within!