Throw it up, it shall come down
Pressure comes from all around
Larger objects or smaller things
They all accelerate, at even speed

It's overcome by laughter
So gurus claim
It's all just an illusion
It's all just the same

I feel its presence everywhere
Pulling, pulling, pulling down
Down to the center and into the ground
The center of being, like life and death
Like up and down
Like the spectrum of being
It comes from the sound

Song of our mothers
It's earth asking for
Our return to the womb
Of life's very core

Copyright 1995 Robert Luttrell