Final Fall

Don't really know how to see the intelligence in the blade of grass
In the stamp of innocence
Don't really know how to see all the joy in the crawling ant
In the music's score

Don't really know how to find hidden meaning in the fall of the rain
In the hand that keeps giving
Don't really know how to find good advice in the cover of the night
In the touch of your heart

Walking with care over rocks and small creatures
Walking on air would be the point worth reaching
Seeing the real and the colors unfold
Walking and walking until the final fall, with devotion,
Into intelligence
Into innocence
Into joy
And, hungrily, into ultimate emptiness