I don’t know where you came from either.
Viewing through ego, insight or understanding, we’ll get neither.
Perhaps it is because you need some real love.
Who know’s, maybe life is an illusion and I’ve been sent from above.
Let’s start in the dark and make our way to the light,
In the hottest of fire, where there's black floods and white ice.
Magnetic exposure, flames become Violet,
Let me know when you’re ready, this UFO needs a pilot.
I’ve heard the truth, but not from our time,
Not I, but the universe chose you for this rhyme.
You’re spreading pearls of wisdom around like a philosopher,
You’re raising frequencies with words at a super high calibur.
Your string is freedom, the world’s in your hands.
You should walk tall, because I see a magic man.
Forgive me for my bold action,
but it is genuine inspiration that breeds lots of PASSIO-N.
It’s the cloak of Christ that wraps you while you sleep,
You’re tucked in by the Rose Lady with the Moon at her feet.
You’ll have to pardon and excuse this girl,
for wanting to pick up a missing piece of her soul.
Stepping out of old templates with my childlike persistence,
I think it was you that said, more action, less resistance?
Make no mistakes, this is no attempt at possessiveness,
the real revolution is the evolution of consciousness.
Once in a lifetime, beyond dreams we visit,
adoration and respect —————> take it or leave it.
Use your heart's eyes to absorb the matter,
it’s no use trying to talk sanity with the Mad Hatter.
Besides, what’s the big hurt or harm,
to be the receiver of a goddesses charm?
This nectar runs through my veins like I’m a resurrection of ancient,
though I still want to rush things as I practice my patience.
I know you need time to to handle your shit,
but could you hurry up so we can anchor the Yab-yum sit?