Upward as a phoenix rises life's truest blessings
Only come to the ones who shine when even the sun is dark
And the heart is tired weary from suffering's relentless fires
Then comes onslaught by doubt upon thought's sharpened sword
To keep imagination from enacting limitless forms
Well then know each and every soul has forgotten its own
Original infinite potential trust in the extra dimensional
Hidden aisles and rotating tiles delivered in a barroom style
With the hint of a gospel smile regardless there is no fate
We cannot erase what ego may wish to charge mind can change
What Satan may wish to possess god can claim
Amongst whatever color and shape you may find yourself buried in
End to begin within or as some say become born again
That's why I get lost in the rhapsody
Conjure the serpent's hood to shield the focus of intention
From intervention by chaos ignorance or hatred
My aim is to live fully in the present guided by faith
Gratitude and self-contemplation up and up as if a child's balloon
Lost all too soon time is a circle bend the spoon
Through the hourgla** go ahead and ask who it is behind the mask
Now lets speak about sources forces and ports of call
When I come I come to sing on a mountain tall
Never from one perspective I study as deeply as is to be expected
Still I believe and remain open to see new directions
Inflections and prophecies everyday
I set sail like Telemachus for Ulysess
How could I not with sk**s like these read omens
As blind men read brail
To gather pieces of the most sacred tale
So then as to wade from cradle slipstream grave
And bring the water to the wheel as if flesh to steel
I am nobody's man steady as she goes I push off tomorrow
As an arrow from the bow balancing between fate and free will
The apple awaits the k** off from the dock tick-tock nonstop
Whether dusk or dawn collapse the wave function
And become the presence you wish to be
Who we are is not the sum of any our histories
I have no ability to explain with word languages
The nature of the game except to say
The deeper the root the higher grows the tree
Without the details of our lives
We would be unable to forget the forest for the tree
And thus would be forced to face the greatest of mysteries
Which could easily dwarf any well-built identity
What we have most in common is the journey itself
From life into d**h
And d**h into life until the vibration at last comes to rest
And is given the opportunity to witness the story of the light
In its fullest only then with this as its guide
May we to find true direction or bring our will to bear
In this place called space and time where
All must crumble into dust leaving us fingers crossed
And one hand in the pocket of chance
Up from the belly of the whale truth be told only time will tell