Everything That Rises Must Converge - Silent Planet

We might suppose that this is love

We might become like broken mirrors

Reflecting mere shapes and shades, until we have faces

Drifting through our paradoxes

Until we have faces

Prisoner: disappeared for the sake of the world

«Behold, I make all things anew»

Feel me, alert to the sound of your heart

I drowned in the desert to the thirst for the sea

Disguised by the light to blind the dark in me

I drowned in the desert to thirst for the sea

At the death of the garden plant the seeds of eternity

He’s watching over us

She’s watching over us

Sleeper: A prison comprised of self

«Behold, I make all things anew»

Feel me, alert to the sound of your breath

(Prisoner)

Love is the pasture in the House of the Lord

A jubilee economy for none to afford

(The fire is surrounding!)

And our fabric was woven piece by piece

And all the while we sat singing «Sweet sleep surround surcease»

(Prisoner)

Revel in reticent revelations

As movements of the Spirit extinguish this distinguishing conflagration

(You sleep safe in your cell!)

Lines were tearing out that negative space

Defined by figure eight patterns bringing us face to face

Prisoner

The fire is surrounding

Prisoner

You sleep safe in your cell