(Trumpets Heralding in the Age)
To the great shift
Expanding beyond the limited bandwiths of egoic identity
Casting off the energetic chains, the hole poked box
Tapping into fluid streams of consciousness in cyclical time
And simply becoming.
Identity, ahh fickle identity
You descended upon me when i was born
I was given a name, and started at 0
And thats when the story begins
A spark of light inside the matrix
At whim to the larger players
With causality, snipping at my fresh young heels
And I, Bursting through the layers
Some struggle to find them 'selves'
Other strive to let go
But either way, the 'I' exists
Eye think it's better to just Flow
We are in a dance party
A rave.
The mind-architects created this
fragile, expanding reality
Stop being a pawn in larger sea
let the ocean become you and me
Tap into the flow and you will see
That it's a much more fun identity!
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