As we go to such a nice place I forget the shape of time Something in me turns to listening Something ancient turns to light No beginning in the feeling No arrival I can prove Only that the air grows open Only that I know it’s you This is not a dream It is older than dreaming Not a voice, not a name Just divine recognition Something in my soul Rises up already knowing I have met you here before In the silence before morning There is nowhere left to travel When the center opens wide Every question drops its language Every distance turns inside You are not apart from wonder I am not outside the call What returns is not a memory It was never lost at all This is not a dream It is older than dreaming Not a voice, not a name Just divine recognition Something in my soul Rises up already knowing I have met you here before In the silence before morning Before speech Before form Before longing I was known You were there I was too Light remembered Me through you
