Inspired by Tiger’s poem called “Harmony of One.” Read below the lyrics.

Lyrics

[intro]

Ooh ooh ooh

The forest is breathing

The garden is home

[verse]

We look at the forest

And see only fear

The chaos of shadows

That won't disappear

We demand that the wild

Be sorted and known

Not knowing the silence

Is already home

[pre-chorus]

The mind sees two

Where there's only the one

The labels are shadows

That hide away the sun

[chorus]

In the harmony of one

Where the stars and soil are born

We are not ten thousand pieces

Broken and torn

It’s the pulse of the living

The heart of the sea

The forest in the quiet

Is the truth of you and me

[verse]

The flower and bee

Are the very same flame

Life cares not at all

For the rules of your game

You can’t take a branch

From the soul of the tree

Without the whole wonder

There's no life to be

[bridge]

Release the demand for the lines in the sand

Let go of the map that you hold in your hand

Even the dark is the dance of the light

The sun only pretends to be lost in the night

Oh oh oh

[chorus]

In the harmony of one

Where the stars and soil are born

We are not ten thousand pieces

Broken and torn

It’s the pulse of the living

The heart of the sea

The forest in the quiet

Is the truth of you and me

[outro]

The harmony of one

Simply being whole

The music of the forest

The rhythm of the soul

Simply being Simply being

The harmony of one

Ooh ooh ooh

[end]

ORIGINAL POEM (Written years ago):

Harmony of One

is the chaos of nature.

The forest viewed as disorder

is a forest completely, unseen.

Regardless of your argument

that sees flowers separate from bees,

Life cares not how you want it;

without them both, all would cease.

The mind sees two

when there is only -the obvious one.

Nothing ultimate in its departure;

for all things, already done.

Even the play of what you are,

appearing chaotic at times.

Just like in the forests, the

sun only pretends not to shine.

It is the fearful mind,

that demand things be organized.

Not recognizing the dance,

of all the instruments

in this symphony of the divine.

You are not 10,000 pieces;

You are the forest in Harmony.

Relax into this unfolding, and

you will see Life's poetry.