the madness lives within the noise,
the noise has harbored in my head;
my heart belongs to this, the earth,
and so from all the buzz i fled
  to feed in stillness, calm the soul,
  and yield all pretense of control

we do not always have to know.
when we believe we can let go,
then pause, and let the silence in,
discerning our own voice, at last,

again