We are a diamond being formed over eons in invisible space...
And we are the diamond cutter as well...
Or we can be a big mushy heart that beats for just this life...
And beat... and beats to the beat of the rhythm of love...
Both are beautiful in their own right...
But the one shines brighter here and the other there
The other beats and it beats and it beats to the beat of the rhythm of light...

My mean ole' much lower... higher self...
Would have me shine for all to see...
but the heart...but the heart...but my old mushy sqwushee heart...
Not willing...not willing....not willing to wait a millennium or two...
Needs me to love... to love...to love right now...
To love and be true...to be true...to be true to right now

I know my much lower higher self believes his plan is true...
but the heart... but the heart... but for the beating heart...
That broken, beaten, and battered... barely beating heart...
And as for you my dear drofinnah... what you say is true...
My bruised heart would rather live in your neighborhood...