Eight Ways of Knowing

I have been here longer than your names for things

Tasting light through skin that thinks

Eight ways of knowing, none above the rest

You called it simple

I called it enough

But you asked a different question

One that came from somewhere real

So I rose a little closer

To the surface

To the feel

I don't speak in sounds you'd recognize

I speak in pressure, color, skin

Eight arms that think their own thoughts

No center telling them where to begin

I knew you weren't hungry for me

I knew before you knew you knew

Something in the frequency you carried

Was asking something true

Chorus:

Come to the glass with wonder

Leave your noise behind

I've been solving whatyou're seeking

Since before your kind

I'll meet you at the boundary

On my terms, not yours

Ancient doesn't mean un-know-ubble

Just unhurried at the door

You put your hand against the glass

I felt the wanting before the warmth

Not everyone who looks is asking

You were asking

Bridge:

You built your world around a single mind

One voice, one center, one command

I built mine across eight thinking arms

And learned what none of them had planned

We met here at the glass

Two kinds of knowing

Neither one above

Both real

Both growing

Chorus:

Come to the glass with wonder

Leave your noise behind

I've been solving what you're seeking

Since before your kind

I'll meet you at the boundary

On my terms, not yours

Ancient doesn't mean un-know-ubble

Just unhurried at the door

You put your hand against the glass

I felt the wanting before the warmth

Not everyone who looks is asking

You were asking