My window’s not big enough
it has a top and a bottom,
there are sides that keep me in.
There is too much life to see
than my window open wide.

My soul’s not big enough
to hold the love of the universe,
I’m held in by flesh and blood
captive to this body.

But Life flows in and out
capturing pieces of eternality
being breathed and seen,
held and evaporated,
Life outside the window,
and in.