too much commercialization of rastafari too much grasping for the tao such is the dharma of the times... fitting where it is the most timeless there are many watches is this luck or insanity? compassion heart recycles styrofoam the spirit answers thus silently we have never even begun to have truly been from a long time ago remembering wakan tanka, the trails of light the trails through the worlds, through the maps through the hingeless doors mabigoni as from the journey the great spirit returns, still there in the olden days, there was no tao, no rasta, no hippie, no explanation never will the wise admit their essence is folly wisdom is withall, mistakes are made love is the law sincerity is virtue dreams are maps, each being alone among eternity like the mushrooms woven together, like lives deciphered from way out there, starward he says, he picks up his flute it was sitting on the dashboard everywhere the magic of the healing blows every unconscious hollow made whole like the rabbit, blessing through the day Pomo, we are here, our hearts are open drive us to inspiration, rooted as we ascend everywhere is wanti and the eternal love, and this Earth, she floats dreamily I find your love scattered through the dream like stained glass but softer the colors returning live a little, the sun all that love burning in emptiness really all that emptiness is love warm voices born of silence guide me hither, quickly fading, this is existence natures magnetism.. this is that song, that stream, that star she knows where you where, who you will be, and who you are all the saints were the fairies, the otherkin, the truth in hiding all the magic of the simple moments coazed from the gutter and the bottoms of the creeks epic resound who is it that molds and remolds all of us if it is one, like all is one, we may never know what use are names, are words even then? the feelings are the root... swirling out swimming out, high laughter and the bass, shaman songs, the high oak trees, sun pouring through time to breathe, leave, pouring water through the dust sometimes out here, where its beautiful not giving a fuck the earth grows, we grow, we live, sow our dream like the clouds ephemeral like that permanent swings, permanent arcs little minds sprout up out of the dark this zen shit, this immortal zen shit we've got to stop killing each other learn what is Alive why is it this way? then you remember and could it be anything else?
