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Bloom
01:50
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Body Metamorphic
08:49
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Born underground,
Underneath all sound,
Unto the earth rooted and bound.
All in this setting, everything alive,
Come to pass and revive,
Gaining your glow, but you need a minute to feel it.
And before long, the incoming dawn will dance again in your eyes.
Canopied shadows dim the vine chateaus,
Folding back the summer shine.
And being green you feed upon the gleam,
When one can be seen.
It doesn't show, but now your daydreams are aglow here.
Finding the shine should be well and fine,
But then again you are blind.
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3. |
A Trip Around the Sun
04:40
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Between the morn, your being is born.
With everything new, you make it a point to view.
Though you are near, you feel you're not here.
It's not what it seems, it's just another new dream.
Slowly you breath, being the breeze.
New body you wear, and new eyes you stare through air.
But wanting more, you dig through the floor.
Planting your feet where you used to be, your roots in deep.
Wandering the night through unfamiliar stems.
The diamond sky is pulsing fire-flying gems.
Being born of stars, you feel just like them.
And though the day is done, you just begun one trip around the sun.
Of the unknown, you're making a home.
Releasing your fears, dissolving in the years.
Leaving the lies, believing your eyes.
Settle into your body and all you're meant to do.
Wandering the night through unfamiliar stems.
The diamond sky is pulsing fire-flying gems.
Being born of stars, you feel just like them.
And though the day is done, you just begun two trips around the sun.
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As the rays rain down, and no longer I stand.
Desert in my hand, untouched of body or man.
I, born as the morning sun.
I, born as the only begun.
Settled in the sand, welcome what will be.
Holding back my head, looking within me to see.
I, opened another door.
I, opened up into the more.
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5. |
Mantra Tethered Travel
08:49
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You tear your insides out because within you're made of gold.
And take a dive inside for something to behold.
You close your eyes, another wave goes by.
It comes and goes, the ocean grows.
And deeper down you go, but then again you'd never know.
Your thoughts becoming sound, you're nowhere to be found.
Sinking down, we now are something more.
We spend our lives quieting minds like tides retreating shore.
Seeking bliss to be like this, bodies without a core.
Shanti, shanti, shanti...
Now you awaken back into your tightly grounded frame.
And realize you are a body with a name.
You close your eyes another thought goes by.
But with no need, you let them be.
And deeper down you go, moving ever slow.
Your thoughts becoming sound, so lost and yet so found.
Sinking down we now are something more.
We spend our lives trying to die, only to be reborn.
Seeking bliss to be like this, an ocean with no shore.
Shanti, shanti, shanti...
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6. |
A Candle's Sun
06:06
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I, soul candled bloom.
I, soul candled bloom.
And in the dawning of my mind,
A rising sun eye burning time,
Leaving past behind.
And if it all should seem to much,
The inner flame too near to touch,
Calling ever after.
I, flame form of air.
I, flame form of air.
For a moment out of time,
You see what lies between the lines,
In between a dream.
Settled eyes turn in their sight,
Void of light, into night,
In ever-lasting, I.
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7. |
The Void
06:16
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All of life you search to find meaning which to grow.
But the universal bind, are words you cannot know.
Sewn into the void, truths you can't avoid.
Though it seems that you are blind,
In the dark you'll find.
In this state of mind you find,
The physical you lack.
All around no sight or sound,
Atmospheric black.
Then you feel a stare,
You look but you're not there.
Though it seems that you are blind,
In the dark you'll find...
Dreaming another time,
Supine and arms awide,
And watching the time go floating on by.
The slow fade of mind,
Fall in and out of time.
And I don't know why,
I never knew I.
Closing the lids on eyes,
Silence and breath aligned.
I never realized the dark here's a shine.
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8. |
The Cave
03:41
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Are you sure that there is more than air beyond the door?
You desire, beyond the fire,
All that came before.
Make it so all that you see,
Are shadows on the wall.
Projecting what seems to be,
The world that you recall.
Everything you've come to know,
Is all that they've allowed.
And if you should leave the show,
To see the glow, the source beyond the shroud.
Now you're sure, that there is more,
What are we waiting for?
But if they yearn the fire to burn,
You will have to return.
All they see, only believe,
Are shadows on the wall.
On the run you make your leave,
Your eyes to meet the sun.
You return with what you find,
But they color you blind.
Too soon they can't leave the night,
And join in the light.
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A settled air quietly stares into all that you do.
The waiting sky silently calling you.
A countdown to the light and the sound and the smoking ground.
Heading to a star, you're soon to see all that you are.
And now we're miles high, making our goodbyes.
Starward into cloud, vertical retreating ground.
Flowing forward through the wonder,
Glittering the vast winking jewels of night,
Welcoming your flight.
As you make your way the day is turning into night.
The vessel cabin pressure grips so tight.
Observing you in the sky as you pass through their looking glass.
The skyway leading to the shining black beyond the blue.
And now I see the sun, slow ascending eye.
Soon I'll be inside, till then, drift the starry night.
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10. |
Be of the Air
05:59
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Waking in a land of air,
Making your way through all that's there.
Pillars of sighs, born of cries,
Carried by wind to cloud-scraping skies.
Herds of words and songs that sung,
Make up the trees delicately hung.
All that you breathe and all that you say,
Are brought upon a breeze to here to stay.
Elevated height,
You'll never see the bottom.
The story in our eyes begins at breath, and never dies.
Somewhere in the land of air,
Somerset dancing wind in your hair.
Figures of flight decorated skies,
Born of the stray hi's and goodbyes.
Spread your arms as you fly into millions of miles of unending blue.
All that you see is all that you are,
Where you will be is here, there, and far.
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11. |
Mare Nectaris
03:55
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Old the river vein,
And golden in you came.
Stayed, but not the same.
Left without a name.
Feeling warm herein.
No sun to stain the skin.
Light come from within.
Ending to begin.
See, but can't believe.
Feel, but cannot keep.
Hear, but none to speak.
Be but of a dream.
From beyond the line,
A moment out of time.
Soul, it seemed to fly.
Flow the river by...
Everything you learned,
They never said a word.
Though everything you heard.
And nothing seemed to hurt.
Soul, you need no feet.
Awake, you need no sleep.
Heart, no need to beat.
Home, you needn't weep.
Everything in need,
Seen right in front of me.
Though it comes in three,
You're born again and free...
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12. |
Fountain Head
10:51
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Your time is coming now,
The breath is slowing down.
Halo of rainbow forming round.
Yearning for nothing more,
But for the further shore.
Body is olden, into the golden,
Now, allow.
Blossoming bright,
Dissolving in light, void into night.
All of you new,
A light born beyond the blue becoming you.
Fading my mind,
A sun-spun thread underlying infinite shine.
Love of my life,
One more look in your eye before bye.
Beautiful here and now.
Silent succumbing hour.
Travel the sedentary route.
Void in a cloudless sky,
Blooming the river light.
Soul unbeholden, into the golden,
Now, allow.
Blossoming bright,
Dissolving in light, void into night.
All of you new,
A light born beyond the blue becoming you.
Fading my mind,
A sun-spun thread underlying infinite shine.
Love of my life,
Just one more look in your eye before bye.
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