Thunder rumbles, raindrops splatter,
From the sky to the ground, you're an observer.
You watch until it stops, you enjoy it while it lasts.
You're in nature, you're watching the mother.
Your mind chatters,
Your worries spike.
Stress takes over the garden of your mind,
You're an observer, you observe.
A path exists from the mind to the heart,
The heart is powerful, it keeps you alive.
You become one with the chatter,
Stress finds its way to the heart.
You're an observer, so observe.
You don't become one with the chatter, you observe.
You build a gate, you build a system,
For the path to your heart is sacred,
For the heart keeps you alive.
The mind is clay, your senses form the sculptor,
The mind reacts for the sculptor sculpts.
You're an observer, you observe.
You're not the sculptor, you're the observer,
Thunder rumbles, worries spike,
Mind chatters, lightning strikes,
What can you do? You observe.
Observation is your bus to the divine mind,
Observation is your manual,
Observation is your home.
The divine reveals itself one drop at a time,
The more you observe, the more the revelations.
Make it rain, touch the sky.