Het voelen van je eigen aanwezigheid in het ‘nu’, liefs Krage

Whenever I am not around
I seek for what I can be
Graving till I am down
Remind me of the lemon tea

Whenever I’m sitting quiet
My head talks me the silence through
I hear this place is crying
Next time I’ll know what I do

Where ever I meet two eyes
Remind me baby of my dance
Bodied between my dies
I am a stranger to my sense