Antony and the Johnsons -River Of Sorrow

within stillness is vastness nothing is far away or near nothing to take nothing to give it has all been done made...unmade shared...divided then divided again and again tilling the fields over and over till known every acre becoming every inch cherished within me treading the shared furrows beaten black earth becomes me as i became you lost within love folded within furrows god held in my arms holding you unknowing birth or death or the race of time or ungainly moments of loss... tears filled moments lost when time was counted now crossing boundaries where undivided land became home