These are the days
When the days slip like hours
And the weeks swell like years
It’s an elastic countdown

When every moment
Stretches into eternity
Stretches out onto an empty sea
That’s given birth to everything
Like the birth

When I pick up my pen
My brush my instrument
And make something out of nothing
Something out of nothing
I dive in the center of this moment
That’s holding all of existence
And make something out of nothing
Something out of nothing
Something out of nothing

When I am here
The war outside recedes for a time
And all the chaos I cannot control
Quietly exits my mind

And from this silence
Comes creation bursting into being
Let there be light, I hear my own voice speaking
This reaction fallout is peace
The reaction fallout

When I pick up my pen
My brush my instrument
And make something out of nothing
Something out of nothing
I dive in the center of this moment
That’s holding all of existence
And make something out of nothing
Something out of nothing
Something out of nothing

My mind at ease for a while
In the eye of the storm
Making something beautiful
This corner of the universe transforms