Circle of sacrifice
circle of taste
One is the truth
another a waste
An infamous man
in the world of the wicked
Said once said
deceiving the souls all ignorance stricken
"to be or not be to be? this is the question!"
While the prison house goddess
with all of her weapons
asks sharply to counter the deception
"to taste or to be tasted?"
this the real question!"
"Oh my children are you ready for the sacrifice?"
The lay the land
is the head's in the sand
Those blinded by the arrogance of pride
become intoxicated by drinking the wine
of their false egos
Since their eyes are diseased
they cannot perceive
the reality of their actions
In everyones hand
in the faithless land
plays a drum of conception
Today is the day
Mine is the way
This is the illusion
that you should be believing
While the wrong that I see
is the poison in me
My receiver
the deceiver
in the deception
Yes yes
eye eye
wondering wondering
why why
Yes yes
eye eye
acts of the self centred
and the
me me my my
My fair-weather friends
never seem to end
Everyone wanting their piece of flesh
Truth comes to test
With those curve balls best
To see what is blah
and find the real feelings
Conceptual appropriation
vibe suck in the maha tattva
In the land where everyone are pirates
Where is the original idea
Of all that be
and the beyond me
The creator god sheds his skin and another dream is created
but was it his anyway
Puppets in a shadowplay
Oh I'm tired of the force fed facsimile counterfeit currency that presents itself as the facts of reality
and the words of godhead marketed team
"even better than the real thing"
Conceptual thieves
in the moralist land
Getting out of hand
with measurements about
to catch another out
Exposing the fear of venerability
Dark sounds to covert the light
into food for the machine
Run like chickens down
pathways of madness
Looking for chairs of glory
in the land of yet to come
Nothing good is achieved
through the arts of backstabbing
and everything will become undone
Gods guilt the forbidden quilt
World of a thousand promises
Bruised dreams and the demons means
to keep the believers captive
Conscious hook and the ego trap
Fed by the objects of distractions
and all that other crap
While the heart bleeds and feels the need
to be loving in the plain of action
Issue and conditions
All of the above
Blocks and barriers
Between yourself and love
Issues and conditions
All of the below
Meeting of the dream
Begging the everflow
Soup scorned whispers and lashings of the mind
In my pride I was thinking all this was left behind
But now the arts are of evasions, dashing, aloof, rockhop
To avoid the mixed up feelings to miss the superdrop
Who knows the keys of mysteries strung from my masters belt
Who knows the rings of deceivers who deliver the truth misspelt
Who knows the fortune of the seekers blind in the mirror maze
Who knows the way to the answer of answers
and the secrets of the mountain master's cave
Timeless wisdom
from the mouths of the saints
The facts of the truth
are not my complaint
Sore ears numb from the drum of half truths
"all is one"
Drum Drum Dumb
A wicked song
when the difference is in the beauty
Those hollow sweet words of nothingness
will never become
timeless wisdom
from the mouths of the saints
The reality of the truth
accept without resistance
without complaint
There is a world beyond matter and light
where exists the Beautiful Couple
of Infinity
Right
From the sound of beauty shines the land of the Divine Form
The land of love and sweetness adorned
Identity kept after the ego has swept
the floor with the wheel of karma
Humility
Love
Fits like a glove
the service form of radiant transcendence
The Mountain sings the luminous land
of the Sweet Blue Boy clan
Stolen in love of the Goddess
Spread it's rivers of love throughout all of creation
Divine sound
spreading around
the chanting through the tribes
beloved of the sacred cow.
Under the great flying mountain the golden rivers are flowing
as the feet thump on the earth to the sound of the name
Erupt erupt and flow and inundate the land with nectar
Oh golden lord erupt and flow inundate the land with nectar
Erupt erupt oh golden lord
let the nectar flow unto the land.
Fear not children
as you drown in the ocean
Fear not oh children
as you glimpse the original culture open it's doors.
Sounds of beauty sounds of hope
Infinite sound of depth and scope
Sounds of sweetness sounds of charm
The infinite sound making hearts calm
Who would I tell
and who would believe
it's more than the info
and harder to read
The original culture as it descends
There comes a point when all of the sound
has gone round and round and round
All of the voices and all of the whispers
making shapes and making pictures
coming together making a form
The one to love
The one to adorn
Infinite names of the infinite form
Infinite qualities for the infinite plays
Infinite paths and only one way
The original culture as it is about to happen
Forward and back
its all in choice
to sing with love and a faltering voice
The original culture as it is about to happen.
The original culture? you may ask
drinking from the original flask
The original culture of the original lord
The original name of the original form
the original play of the original way
The path is love and devotion
Original self Original form
Original home never been there before
All that has come before has been a dream
All that has come before has been setting the scene
for the dark rule breaker to announce and behold
covered in her heart halo gold
The example
is but himself
singing and dancing
On and on
the infinite search
of infinite thirst
On and on
for the infinite taste
Nothing is better than a drop of the real thing
Suicide squad
the diehard crew
If only you knew
their sacrifice making reality beautiful
only the few
survive the land of the heartbroken
Transforming the desert
into an oasis for the lovers of soul
if only for a moment
The original culture happened