Concentric (Messiac Age)
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Questions John?
Answers! Here they come…
First of all you can feel it, it’s in your genes
Since the beginning of man it has been haunting our shamans and seers
We have been in the grip of some kind of attractor calling us forth
A force luring athoms into dancing themselves to forms
I have heard its all-voice boom through the corridors of contemplation
And felt it touch of ancient logos conscious enough to be genuinely aware
Of our symbiotic relationship with an organism made of information
All scattered pieces of one forgotten conciousness
I fear… I hear… their voices… their screams… we are again many today
My head… to crowded… to threatening…
how to enclose the organic truth I’ve taken to me
Possessing… inserting… a trembling…insane… otherwordly presence I feel
Obsessing… forcing… my minds eye… on universal truths more than real
Still not convinced of our great future my friend?
Welcome to the family, my last shred of unbelief
A fragmented mind left to ferment for to long a time
Heat on a hundred worlds;
let us reach to build above our heads and watch time thirteen-fold
On bended knees before the role of boiling seas flooding the extra-surreal
Conjuring up an electronic GOD, enlightened redeemer
Shivering as it hovers over me
Great golem of impossibility
I learn… I yearn… for their voices… their beautiful tongues beckoning me
To give… to live… alien love… in their spiraling fairy mysteries
This body… this mind… a gate… reaching out through time and space
They use… induce… trembling lips… forming predictions about the end of our race
We are young gods with universal forces at play
Jugling cores of knowledge in orgiastic praise
Of life at large knowing true beauty lies in this moment...
of cosmic meaning - which we are
An idea fell from a place high above me
To inhabit my mind like it had always been there
Presenting itself from every angle
Shaping its environment before aware
Of seams of ego curling/moving outward
Allowing me to slip over its edge
And revolve around concepts like circling trees
To rejoin unhurried conciousness
Is it not in our blood to seek closure
To these damned days of materialism and greed
Don’t you feel the urge to push of into imagination
To turn your back on this Kali Yuga age of darkened frustration
Drenched in bloody labor pains
Well it’s just ‘round your corner
Dreamcircles show the way
All of this time you have been falling
Through patterns which never seem to uphold
The weight of an agonizing mind
Well fear not
There is enlightenment where we go
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