The mind is the seed for the material, and the body
The seed for the spiritual, the stem of individuality
Common to both, growing out of these, life comes alive
The material takes the formless into the form
And the spiritual takes the form into the formless
The meeting point, as one melts into the other
Is humanity, without that sea, there would be no one to see
Miracles unfolding in front of our eyes, the dance of the atoms
Hidden in an unmoving tree, a serious mountain or a carefree wave
We are both spiritual and material, the spiritual fosters freedom
From the ego, turning all into one, the material needs
Freedom of the ego to build and create, making one stand tall amongst many
