Imagine the Realm of me and you
The Paradise of Hearts and all that’s true
Over the mountain-less mountain, in the wood-less wood
Across the stream-less stream, Therefore, it stood
Through the gate-less gate, the wall-less walled city
With our eyes together, we let go of infinity
We let go of tomorrow and forget his name
We let go of yesterday and treat her the same
Thus two is one, and one is not two
The Eternal Moment of all that is true
Image credit: The Creation of the World and the Expulsion from Paradise (1445), Giovanni di Paolo (1403–1482)
Primitive Joe 
