hippiegoddess
Rising Star
DieMythlifeTriptomind
I saw what is real
and this isn't it
The Real consists of tiny bits
of every single thought and thing
That will ever exist
that ever has been
They'll take your head
your body too
Outdated, exchanged
for something new
Like taking a call
with can and string
This Other
an incomprehensible thing
"Be One!" they say
but can you imagine?
A realm operating
in this lateral fashion?
No body, no mind
separate or single
In a simple seamless oneness
you'll mingle
Sound is creation
not communication
The first I've been told
the second I know
One thought is all thought
they come and they go
With a speed of such stagger
above and below
Into and out of
and too quick to know
I cannot yet grip the magic I see
nor shake its astonishing grip on me.
I saw what is real
and this isn't it
The Real consists of tiny bits
of every single thought and thing
That will ever exist
that ever has been
They'll take your head
your body too
Outdated, exchanged
for something new
Like taking a call
with can and string
This Other
an incomprehensible thing
"Be One!" they say
but can you imagine?
A realm operating
in this lateral fashion?
No body, no mind
separate or single
In a simple seamless oneness
you'll mingle
Sound is creation
not communication
The first I've been told
the second I know
One thought is all thought
they come and they go
With a speed of such stagger
above and below
Into and out of
and too quick to know
I cannot yet grip the magic I see
nor shake its astonishing grip on me.