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Suchness
05:36
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I sit within everything
I am a part of everything
As we sit in silence the world still turns
I am vapor in the air
I swim within myself
Within my own heart
Let the birds in, let in the light
This subtle sense of joy
The truest sense of me
I imagined an ocean,
There is an ocean in my mind
I hold it all inside
The sun is in my mind, within me
My heart is in a silver room
I’m standing outside a tiny door
Waiting to let someone in
A patience to wait forever
With the truest sense of me
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Timing is Everything
04:04
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Spending time chasing shadows, landing somewhere in between.
Somewhere between content and lost. These days I comprehend, we must meet on so many levels, human nature can prove a difficult domain. An emotional jungle, an unpredictable habitat where only one thing is certain. Timing is everything.
I often shiver within the reality I find myself. Even as I glow inside, the world outside grows cold. These days we exist in a different realm. Electronically transformed into pictures and text. My complexion conforms to mega pixels, my communication skills based on your 4G data. Calendars marked, deleted, re-edited, reformed. The reminder rings out. Timing is everything.
Seems I’ve seen more faces than the town clock. I find them in the corners of my mind. Sometimes these faces merge into one. To each I have spoken with equivocation, at an arms length, like a boxer finding his reach. I maybe fundamentally flawed, but I’m not fundamentally broken. I know, timing is everything.
We are islands, mirrored against a clear blue sky. Our natives resist coin habitation, our emotions resist to co-exist. We build up our walls, arm our guards. No way in, no way out. The gatekeeper holds the grand timepiece. As the big hand circles the small, he and I know, timing is everything.
Looking at white walls, contemplating the maze, this labyrinth I’ve walked for years. Contentment with a tinge of loneliness. As we lose track of matters, nothing touches us, and we touch nothing. We’ve got to dance, dance as long as the music plays, because timing is everything.
Tied up, unbound, a helter-skelter, a roller coaster. A journey from one moment to the next. Inside in, inside out. Sometimes the water fills my lungs, sometimes adrenaline fills my heart. Self-discovery in itself is anything but linear, but still, no matter what. Timing is everything.
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My Heart is a Prison
04:22
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Confusion starts at the pearly gates, but this isn’t heaven, it's a prison. Lights are on inside but the gatekeeper waits. He rules with fear and illusion. The bonfires I built in the days gone by, to burn away those feelings. They sentenced me, set me in chains; inside this heart is a prison.
Within a cage the red light glows, its beat a rhythm of fortune. There’s no strain on this heart as we are worlds apart. Knowing is not enough from distance. I take comfort in you, from an arms length view. It's a crime inside to feel. So sentence me, set me in chains, inside this heart is a prison.
We’ve paid our debt, society has seen, the remorse for our mistakes. To hear birds sing, what can I bring, what lives inside here? For everything that’s came to pass, I see hope, I see fear. I lost that trust, sent myself down, inside this heart is a prison.
In a time elapse a flower grows, spreading petals, no one knows the path to freedom, the jailer’s key, that angelic voice that can set me free. Until that time, I count the days, solitary dreams, a self-imposed curse. These chains are now my friends, my comfort and my grace, I call this home, inside my heart is a prison.
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Falling for You
04:00
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Welcome to the reservoir, the place where stories begin. These ripples spread within me, waves break around my heart. I’m happy here, this here and now but I see a staircase to the stars. I’m climbing, but I’m falling for you.
Purple sheets of velvet round, they drape these soft surrounds. The centre of my heart calls out with a pulse, a chiming sound. The static spreads round a circled sky. I’ve been flying, but now I’m falling for you.
An interest peaks, I drift away. These satin sounds whisper out a name. I cannot leave for longing must remain; it brings connection to our worlds. The waves come in to meet me, I drift like broken wood. Aligned we must always be, upon that same sea. For now I still dream, I dreamt a story of falling, falling for you.
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Disconnect
03:03
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This disconnection is somewhat a contradiction. For as I disconnect, I am at one with everything. Lost and found within a solid state of content. Part of the air I breathe, the sound I hear, the ground I feel below me. But still in this state of content, I am attached to nothing, connected to everything.
I am a box of memories, a series of events, a culmination of experiences, I embody them all. Every site and sound holds a memory, a story. Still I am here, attached to nothing, connected to everything. Disconnected, connected as one.
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Internal Formations
04:46
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I waited here in the silence of life, where darkness caresses pure gold. You’re reaching my every layer of consciousness, my heart and my mind. Basking in my self-sufficient silence, you dance around the edge of my soul. At the centre my heart lights up the void, a spark bringing light to my inner most dark. Perfection in spring, strawberry pink failed to bring, love to this world once again.
Like an anarchist of acceptance beating on my heart. Sweet turmoil takes hold with a vice like grip. Calm me; hold me I call to myself. Those features flicker across a screen in my mind, while disappointment weighs heavy on heart. If only for a moment the world was upside down, like the sunrise on a journey heading for the ground. Receive my goodbyes. I leave before endeavor ties, yet another knot inside. Internal formations.
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Slim figures, dancing through the light. I see a beauty that fills my heart. I’ve fell in love a million times; with these faces I don’t know. Passing dreams they come to life and slip away once more. Its sometimes here, I comprehend, the gap that seems to grow.
A wondering sense of blonde ambiguity. A longing touch too vague to grasp. An outline fades you pay no mind. To the watchful eyes of this void, this place. We share this space somehow unaware, connected as such, but miles apart.
I spoke with you in my dreams last night; did you meet me there in yours? In between worlds, space and time, I lived a million lives. No worry, no hope no expectations. Shining like a light.
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Grace in Solitude
06:12
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It’s hard to always be patient, its difficult to always do the right thing. We are people with imperfections. Even at our best we are still only human. A thought formed in our own making. Sometimes we can only find grace in solitude.
Fundamental flaws are what we each specialize in. It’s often within those we love the most we struggle to find acceptance. Is this perhaps because we see the parts of ourselves we don’t quite like? Look inside, sometimes we can only find grace in solitude.
No matter what, we must try to look on with love and only love. Walk with clarity, resolve conflict, embrace peace and learn what we can from every situation. Above all, trust ourselves, trust in you, for you can always find grace in solitude.
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