I am
Absorbed in the moments
Into a glimpse of flesh
A stage of reincarnation
Through leaves of thoughts
Us,
mind dwellers making nomadic moves
in a matrix of novelty
Settling for the middle
Entering the many gaps
As standing statues of societies
We are
The remain of great tribes
genetic codes able to change not only one but the many
Turning bread into a baker
Making gold with minds
Some
in disguise
Mimic the man
Who stands to the right
Wanting to be the one from the left
There is no sense in compromising
Because
We are the treasure
Each and everyone
Individually made and born to express uniqueness
To express your conscious breath
And to enfold the great you
I think that many times I felt secluded
And I know that I was wrong because
All of you can relate to this statement
And if you would have thought about telling someone
Those very words would have meant nothing
Here you are standing next to someone
Telling that person
“I feel secluded”
There are no boundaries
We are the treasure
In the morning of my birth
My mother held me on her chest
I remember that moment because I looked for it
Just as we look forward to happiness
It’s not a secret
Both of which happened already
and will happen again if you look for them
How many times have you been able to change the course of things
I say that none of us have ever stopped being masters
Masters of our lives and masters among others
Profoundly affecting the paths that we share
The temple has one rule
Everything echoes
This means that every step we make
And every actions or thoughts or desires or whatever we perceive
Has resonance
Everything has resonance
There are no boundaries
We are the treasure
Why am I repeating myself?
Is this guy trying to hypnotize us?
I say that there are many that walk among this earth
And already so deeply cursed
Disembodied souls that look without seeing
All programs set to default
Waiting… watching…
Today, tomorrow, and again… again…..again…..again…..again….again…..again
If I say that word enough times do you think it means that those lives are simply on repeat.
We have rules to be polite and other ones to be harmful
Smile to the lady but beat her ass if she doesn’t believe in god.
Statistically you are three standard deviations away from sanity
And the normal curve is looking pretty sick from here
I think that normalness must be on drugs
Maybe some sort of pharmaceutical treatment
And I don’t mention names
Cause I don’t like publicity.
Haaaaaa
Breathe,
It’s easy to get carried away and start buying the NYTimes
Receive USAToday in the mail box and get trashed that same night
You see unconsciously there is a reason as to why we get absolutely trashed
Primarily because one part of your brain wants to be happy and the other is screaming
“Oh shit this is gonna hurt”
And if you are one of those people that don’t feel anything
It probably means that you are the one on drugs
Coping, unconsciously,
Trying to forget…
And that’s cool with me
But don’t pollute my water
Don’t make my lady afraid
Don’t try to sell me anything
Deal your cards to no one
Because the second we share ideas
The second we start making change
We do change the world
Everything has resonance
There are no boundaries
We are the gold
