Lions

Look at these trees
Look at this grass
Look at those clouds
Look at them now
And look at them now

Look at them now, look at them now
Take a closer look
Study the raindrops on the leaves
(Study the raindrops on the leaves)
Study the ants on the ground
(I am, all over the place)
Study the ground, the brown, porous topsoil
(I am, out of place)
Its softness, the mushrooms
(I am, elsewhere)
And the strange blue flowers that grow near them
Study this and ask yourself "Where is God?"

Back and forth and round and up
Avoiding the loops of the mind

This place doesn't know
(Look at me)
This place doesn't care
(I feel tender in the elsewhere)
About the holy scriptures or how to pronounce, and live by, the ecclesiastical
(In the dark, a sudden empathy)
This is a no-man's land
(I am, threatening to some)
This is a no-God's land
(Like an empty body)
Look at those trees again
(Must be explained)
Look at the bark
(But not explored)
Look at their height
Are they not darker than the trees you know?
(I am, making room for tenderness)
Are they not smaller?
(TMI, baby, TMI, baby)
Listen to the wind and the rattling leaves
(Making room for lovers)
It's whispering a pagan psalm

Back and forth and round and up
Avoiding the loops of the mind, mind
Back and forth and round and up
Avoiding the loops of the mind, mind
To become the untamed, smooth and muscular
Like lions of the mind, mind

I am, elsewhere
I am, all over the place
Making room for lovers