I can see through your minds,through your heartsI can see through objects, through hard rocksI can feel the stress of knowing too much, reading too muchI can hear the ringing of phones from far, crickets in far jungles I can communicate with my environment chairs, the woods, the stars,the sun, and never forgot the moon, the skies.I can hear the noisy silence of my heart, quietness of my pancreas.I can stand the loneliness outside, inside am never alone,Am like there is a spirit of movement arou