Benvenuti alla Vita

Well, i'd want to say just a few shades,

here and there where the souls trade.

It's the fantasy of this family,

where we live as if it's not insanity.

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But the truth is you must,

find the gold in the dust.

It wasn't said it'll be easy.

Like a shiny silver dot,

in the middle of a lava pot,

that refuses to melt,

no matter how many tonnes of pain it felt.

It's a molten reality,

where you can't describe what's clarity,

but what remains true is the shade you see,

because the world is made of colors,

for different eyes to see.

But yet you know, they're meant to see differently!

Of course, it's so easy.

Everything is in front of you,

But you can't even tell raindrops from dew.

Well to hell with it all,

Isn't that the final call?

What's in this game that i play with myself,

What's the trophy if there isn't no shelf.

What's there to display if the screen is broken,

What's an arcade game without a token.

It's this.

It's a glimpse of what is,

It's a glimpse of what can be,

It's a glimpse of what you cannot do,

It's a glimpse of green sitting in the blue.

But what do you have to lose,

when you're not the one who has to choose.

But chosen is what comes to you,

who makes the decision will never come through.

I know,I know.

What's the point of this mind numbing wordplay,

What's the color between the summoning of gray.

What happened to the smoke that went inside?

What happened to the world that crumbled outside?

How can you see destruction of everlasting construction.

But,how can you not?

For something new to stand, 

doesn't something old have to fall?

Is there not enough space, for the blood to not leave a trace.

Well, blood you must shed, for it's the ground you tread.

That you see is more than one choice,

That's where you understand.

You can take more than one.

So many times you have.

Ever heard about parallel realities?

Once you have a thought,

and then a million ways to go about it..

Ever wonder what goes on around it?

The world is metaphysical as we know it,

Well, I know it, you can choose to quit,

But listen to me clear if you must,

Do let your love turn to lust.

Then you'll find passion, and you'll know.

It' can always rain, but rarely does it snow.

Yeah, i speak no sense, 

but hence i must,

for wonder now what's lost in the dust?

That parallel choice, makes a decision for you.

When you think of blue, 

you know there are so many hues,

but when all the colors flash in your eyes,

And you arrive at what you think is you,

You've chosen every other color,

In this moment, it's true.

Somewhere out there,

Maybe in the slightest of vibration,

you've taken the green.

you've taken the Celeste.

you've taken the turquoise.

But you're least interested.

Why would you be,

as humans parallel realities,

we're not meant to see!

But who say's stop yourself from understanding,

what you can never begin to explain,

Why do you have to refrain?

I know why, because you fear the insane.

You fear society and it's pleasures,

You fear to be behind all it's treasures.

Well, what have you?

Some wine, some smiles and laughing at the divine?

Why not, the evening is fine.

Someone out there is dying.

And that someone out there can be you.

Only then you realize, that even snow can be dew.

How? Oh how infuriated i am.

It's water, and forms of it at all.

Temperatures they give it's duty call.

That decides what form it takes,

And it's up to you to understand.

Oh yeah, I'm not sane.

That is the plan.

One day,I'm going to be sitting there,

by the window,

with a broad ray of light filling the dark room,

Staring at the smoke falling as water from my being,

And you'll be looking at me,

Trying to understand what i'm seeing.

And you'll never ask me why.

Because you're the one who think's i'm shy.

Oh i tell you look beyond,

I can take you there.

Where?

It's a clouded, dark evening.

The sun can't see.

It's close to eerie, 

where you think the angels can't be.

And then comes along this lady clad in white,

She asks you if you're tired, 

and if you're also searching for the light.

For the first time, 

you look at her in delight.

it's not a ghost anymore,

it's just out of sight.

you say to her,

"oh! you can see me"

how come?

she says it's the weather,

care to jump?

You ask her where to go from here,

She says non ti preoccupa.

You' raise your eyebrow,

you're not the least occupied.

but the meaning stays clear,

don't you worry child.

And you think to yourself,

how pleasant, how mild?

the moment passes,

the wind against your face lashes,

her hair blows, it strikes your face.

It cuts through your mind,

It's making your blood race.

There's adrenaline in your body,

shivering as you must.

She slowly touches your palm,

What happened to your trust?

There, you're shattered.

and you don't know where you may be.

There she stands, and you cannot flee.

Why?

Because you love to be destroyed.

and you love to born again.

Like a Phoenix from it's ash.

Never knowing how high it's flown,

In it's life before,

Flying higher every time,

unaware of what was,

in everlasting fear of what will be.

She said i have to go,

and you said i cannot do much,

she said you have to stop me,

and you said i cannot budge.

It's your touch that has me numb,

and its your being that has me strung,

Strung to this drug,

this pain inside.

I want to hurt myself,

I want to drown in the tide.

She said you're too young to become the ocean,

You said i'm bound to nothing in devotion.

I'm just me, and i don't see more in water.

She said this way,

Yourself you'll slaughter.

And then crossed this spark, like fire through water,

and your eyes started to burn darker.

What is it! she said? what's wrong with your face?

What do you feel, what's the real deal?

You said I cannot be destroyed,

For i do not exist.

She said,that's not true!

you just told me i could see you!

you smiled!

And you said,

Well, you're just like me.

No different as the ocean and the sea.

Stop playing, you're scaring me!

What is it? What do you see?

I see you, I see me.

It's what i know,

I know nothing of what's to be.

Well, then. It's a lost cause isn't it?

Then something happened,

like a firework in the darkest night.

they disappeared forever.

Out of sight.

Oh,oops.

I forgot to mention,

Her name was light,

his name was eternal.

And they took it far, far away.

Dance In-Session

Well, you know this feeling already. 

You've felt it happen a million times,

and every time, It's brighter.

I'm talking about this beautiful kind of pain.

I never thought pain could be such a happy thing.

No, It's not what you imagine it at questo momento, to be.

It's closer to the sadistic kind of pleasure, true.

But it's more to do with the feeling of being alive again.

Davvero.
I'm talking about dancing to something,
without even trying to.
When you're in the flow,
It's not volunteering anymore.
It becomes a reflex, naturalistic movement.
Your body may feel sore,
But you just don't want to stop.

It's that feeling when music hits you.

A wave of emotions and heat,

Blasting through your body and mind.

Your soul elevated.

Thumping and bouncing up and down on a concrete play ground.

It's the feeling which makes one younger.

Down to your deepest level of innocence.

The feeling of being a child again.

Where you don't try and understand,

You're just trying to let it pass through you.

And at that moment, you're infinite.

Yes, i remember the perks of being a wall flower.

And it's exactly the kind of emotion i'm elaborating.

It's the highest sensation,

when time stops in front of your eyes.

Depends,on your eye though.

What catches it's gaze.

The color of her eyes, the softness of her skin.

The people becoming one wave.

That's when the music wins.

Of course, there is no competition.

There will never be,

and there was never any to begin with.

Ideals and constructions of society,

or of the modern day homo-sapiens, maybe.

But all in all, it's just a wall.

A brick or a prick,

there's a conscience to everything.

Just as there is a gender to a feeling.

Ever felt a feeling in terms of it's masculinity, or femininity?

Ever tried to switch from one to another,

Helping the one understand the other?

It's a standstill, Grammy winning moment, sure.

You do know that inside your own eyes lay a million smiles.

But which one you choose,

or rather which one prevails in the moment,

Is what you're truly about.

But i'd say forget about it,

Because interpretation isn't a must.

Go ahead, if you remember it's essence well enough.

But don't try to explain it.

Perche' ?

Because essence is something aromatic.

It's the smell of something beautiful,

whatever beautiful is to you.

And when you feel it's sensations,

by one of your many senses,

You can perceive how it feels.

To trails of thought and beyond,

If you think about it, there's no difference,

between an ocean or a pond.

The only way you can tell,

Is it's vastness in front of your eyes.

But what happens when you're drowning?

It's the same for a bucket or river,

It's death that makes us shiver.

But fear not if you do,

for all water in color seems blue.

Yet it's not transparent at times,

And then you start to question it as a crime.

So let it pass through you.

It's temperature may attack your heart.

It's sharpness may caress your skin.

It's slippery disguise may entice your soul.

But when it's taken you over,

Your cloth won't have a single fold.

It's all stretched out, 

and you can have what you may.

For the universe to love you,

You don't need to pray.

It is a part of you, and you are a part of it.

Just be yourself,

Whatever it is you be.

And you will begin to see.

The ocean even in the sea.

Ci sentiamo presto!

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What if?

I can tell you all I've seen in a single blur of emotions,

rushing out with adrenaline filled with devotion.

Devotion for the cause my vision realizes,

And of all the daily demise and compromises.

Beyond those lie the shimmer of the shiny white wine,

With clouds forming in the sky, 

with that silver line.

It's hard, much harder than i thought it would be,

but the truth is that you don't just give up.

You don't just let the wind guide, 

you're supposed to become a part of it, sail.

 But when it's not in the direction you want to go,

That's when the whistle you're supposed to blow!

And that's when you can turn your ship.

Gather your strength.

Row, row, row your boat.

Do not let the weight float.

It's the burden that you've carried,

You've had it all along.

Shove it off your ground,

loosen up the surface.

Carry yourself only,

you're the only one you can chase.

It's not a race,

But its not even just one face.

It's a thousand stories,

and this one's yours.

Look behind the scars,

Look beyond the flaws.

There's beauty everywhere,

And anywhere it can be seen.

It's the kind of experience that you've already been.

Do you feel like you're alive?

Do you feel like you're breathing?

Barely?

Do you feel like there's someone inside you teasing?

Do you feel like there's another chance, 

To romance or to entrance?

Do you feel like there's a show coming?

Do you feel the notes of the chords you're strumming?

It's simple nature, 

we're just another creature,

we look up to one another,

involve our hearts with one or the other.

Along with it comes belonging,

a hope to live on,

But there is none that tells us,

if there will be sunlight in the dawn.

With what we carry in us,

comes responsibility and trust,

with what we marry to,

joining a life or two.

It's not easy, nothing is.

Alone or together,

Both have their own bliss.

My question is just one.

What happens when there are none.

Now i can't feel you,

and i can't feel myself.

Then what's next?

Liberation?

From what?

What happens when the cycle shifts?

The weather, the time, the gravity itself?

Anything can be said about it.

Worldly or just to yourself.

What happens when there is shelter,

Yet you learn to live in helter skelter?

Constant deviation from norm,

It's like becoming the storm.

Chaos that is beautiful.

To create it, for it to be dissolved.

Made by us, destroyed by us.

In the name of purpose.

It's a shallow truth,

Yet we've devoted it all our youth.

After all the earth has to spin,

For time and relativity to begin.

Then comes gravity,

And you understand it's weight.

There's nothing to it, yet you're held to this ball.

How would you find floating in space?

Nothing to hold on to?

Nothing to stand upon.

Hours and years of endless information.

Infinite sources.

That's a tricky one.

Because when you say infinite,

It means there is no end.

There is no beginning.

No axis on which something may be spinning.

Then there's paradise.

Call it heaven, call it hell.

Everything happens in the instant.

Manifestation.

There's nothing to delay or enhance it.

You can try it.

Think about a grape.

Turn it into wine.

Now drink it up.

Think of you as you're divine.

Now close your eyes.

Begin to breathe.

Imagine you're a chord.

A strand between two surfaces.

Now cut it.

Let those two be free.

What do you get.

I have an insight.

Did you realize there is no connection anymore.

But the chord didn't vanish.

Now we have two loose ends.

Floating in space.

Infinite.

Starting from nowhere,

Ending into nowhere.

What is it in my words that you stare?

Don't make faces, don't roll your eyes.

This is just a disguise.

I don't mean much,

I just forgot to eat lunch.

Tomorrow is a new day.

Let the assassin jump into the hay.

He needs a place to hide from the guards,

He needs a place to become a shadow visible in the dark,

Yap, yap, yap.

Nothing funny about it.

I know. 

Look outside, it's going to snow.

Oh wait where were you?

Did you forget all you just thought about?

Or maybe you didn't.

Who knows and who would care.

It's just another stare.

Stand naked, bare.

You've got much to lose.

Not.

What is real? how do you define real?

If you're talking about what you can see,

What you can smell,

What you can taste or touch.

Is that real?

The artist who can change the very fabric of reality.

The person who can see the reality change.

One can even sense the reality present.

If there is any.

Together, they are reality.

How do you define it?

See you.

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Share the flair?

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One Step Closer

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I'd like to tell you i know more now,

I'd like to tell you i see further than before now.

But you ask me how?

You ask me when will you see?

It's all in my head?

That's the only thing you think i dread.

That's the only way you see me shine.

That's the only way you feel i'm divine.

But i tell you, not now.

It's not the question of how.

How, or why or when,

When did this melody begin?

So i take you back,

A couple of years untold.

A piece of worthless dime.

It's scratched like it was never gold.

What's in a name, what's in the bag?

What's the hall of fame, when is the momentary lapse?

I asked you what you see, when you see me.

You told me you find you, and then you can be me.

But that's not right, why can't i gather insight?

Or how can you, when you're not you.

But you're trying to be you,

Like different shades of blue.

When you see the darkness, 

you shine your light.

When you feel the darkness,

you find your soul and might.

It empowers your soul, 

your blood bursts red,

your power flows in waves,

in a flux of threads.

They entangle the atmosphere,

they hang over walls,

they drown any reason, 

any shimmer or calls.

Shiny eyes, them shiny white eyes.

How does it feel like,

When you learn it's a disguise.

How do you know even, 

what's about to rise?

It's simple.

I feel it,

Before you see it.

I can be it.

I can guess your chit.

What can you call me?

A liar, a deception.

Well, every great idea was born through conception.

And when it takes shape, 

as it gently takes form.

Like a razor sharp knife,

or the thunder before the storm.

Dissolving all pain, 

and circling the dust,

carrying it all around. 

Breaking your only crust.

It rips through your face,

cuts through your skin.

Then the true you evolves,

coming out of your sin.

What you find is the face,

where people find no trace.

What's the identity, 

or the task,

And what's left to last?

People, people, people.

Walking everywhere, eyes about.

Gently looking, or staring without a doubt.

Where have these new roots sprout?

What can you call, when you can't shout?

I tell you now, try and find no reason.

Just go with season,

it goes by fast.

It's cold now,

But it's colder when it's dark.

When you see the morning sun shine,

Bow down and take a blessing from the divine.

Closer we are now, to where we are going.

What is this piercing new breeze that's gently flowing?

What is this simple wind of sorrow,

why does it not feel like it's hollow.

You begin to see, what it's like to be free.

There is free will, there is freedom.

That's what it's called.

It's the same thing.

What you do with it, is up to you.

Can you try and change the color, the hue?

Or tweak up the contrast, make the dark ones blast.

Splatter over the page, 

patterns twirling like a maze,

like a spider gently walks into its web,

knowing there's a dear friend, waiting in the end.

Crawling up, it's claws inside, looking at lunch.

Whats there to hide?

The eyes shine, its screaming out.

But the mouth is shut, it can't even pout.

In gentle delight, the lunch is made.

There is never a rule, that the queen forbade.

It's choice, and matters that rule us all.

It's our power to try and take the fall.

Or run.

why don't you.

Run like hell.

Climb up the hill, till your knees swell.

But once at the peak, do look down.

Take a ski board, and plunge without a frown.

If you don't go forward, that silence will dissolve you,

But you can float inward, then nothing can grab you.

There are memories, they come rushing to stab you.

Take it, over and over again take it.

Till the knife is sharp no more,

Till nothing is left to cut no more.

Till the surface is ripped apart, and torn to bits.

What will you find then, what will take those hits?

I try to tell you, don't compare.

I try to tell you, try yourself, dare.

What's with that stare?

Work it out, can't you smile first?

What's water if it doesn't quench thirst?

I want to cease, i want to stop.

I want to turn blind, to all those shops.

I want to make my bread,

And sew with my own thread.

After all,

It's the best a man can get.

Va bene?

Namaste!

Soul Psykik

Technical Hiccups

Can i interest you with some background music ?
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Reap with a smile, get to walk another mile

I get to see the destruction while you try and cross it.
I get to see the construction whilst they don't even gloss it.
I get to be the obstruction and don't even doubt it.
I get to play the game without the fame.
I get to see your shame, without the pain.
To me you're all the same, one day train. The next day fail.
The day after call. The next week fall.
The week after you stand tall.

Like nothing happened.
Like something should speak.
Like i should make your senses tweak.
What is it i teach?
I teach how to preach.
If you don't practice your education.
You can't know the next station.
So what good is a train.
When you know there is a plane?

What good is silence.
When all around you is violence?
I'll tell you.
Be silent.
They'll tell you be violent.

I'll tell you be a violin.
You know how it sounds?
It's painful yet wears a crown.
It's a wonderful epiphany.
To be the one you can never be.

To yourself you must question.
What is this inception.
Can you walk your own dreams?
Can you stalk your own being?

Can you satisfy yourself?
Can you prove your right, your wrong.
Can you answer your own demon.
Can you turn your instinctual beam on?

Intuition by day, Instinct by night.
Without a doubt, you can take flight.
Whoever you cross, you can witness their might.
As gentle as a feather,
or as firm as tuscan leather.

We must stay together.
You tell yourself that.
Because inside you is whatever can hide you.
Your child of dreams,
Your world of steam.
Turning into water,
As you watch the world slaughter.
What good is a name.

What happens to the blame?
Why do they point at you.
All you have been is true?
If it's so, you can jump and dance.
You can fall in everlasting romance.
You can see you have them all.
You can see they answer to every call.

Trust is a small word.
Like a sparrow is a small bird.
But the difference it makes?
Is real.
Because the sparrow's joy no one can steal.
It's beauty is whoever see's it.
It's kindness is whoever touches it.
It's throat you may slit.
But then where will you fit?

Is lust a must?
Can you then call it unjust?
It's only a matter of time.
When you look past the rhyme.
You realize it's you,
and then my words you will see through.
And then when you know where you stand,
You'll know what these words have planned.

It's a state of trance.
You can dance away your sins.
But remember, that's where it all begins.
A new road may unfold.
But the path may be warm or cold.
And so you're told,
To not let it get the better of you.

The bitter is drowned,
The horns are found.
They blow a gentle melody.
They remind me of great bark, a yellow tree.
You can see, it's serene.
It's a tree after all.
It's roots fall into the core.
It's like the edge of the shore.
From here there are two ways.

Onto the land,
or into the sea astray.
Wherever you are,
Direct your being.
It's true, it is.
Whatever you're feeling.

Don't waste time,
it's the only currency.
It's what makes the currents see.
Where to go, and where to hide.
What force to put behind the tide.
And finally when the new tracks arrive.
You know you made it,
and then you will thrive.

But that's the question.
Why wait to only survive?

When you know there is no man at the gate?
When you know there is no prison but your own mind.
Can't you free yourself?
Where can you hide?

It's the only thing stopping you from taking pride?
What have you found?
What do you feel now.
Are you spell bound.

If you don't believe,
take a rebound.
Bounce back on the floor,
drown the sorrow you bore.
There's only one way up, and no way down.

Do you understand now?
Get up, wear your crown.
Princess, turn into a queen.
The path is gentle,
like you it's clean.

To Laugh is a must.
To Love is not lust.
Passion is a flame.
Fire, is not a game.
Burning is important,
If you don't believe me record it.

Memorize your feeling,
when adrenaline hits your ceiling.
And run as fast as you can,
because soon there will be a change of plan.
Who makes the change?

Two hands to a clock,
One hand just to mock?
NO,
It's three.
it's the only way it can be.
Driver. Force. Core.
Mind, Body. Soul.
Tick. Tock. Tick.

Don't act like a prick.
Respect the whole lot.
It's better than getting lost.
Re-examine everything you've been told.
Discard anything that insults your soul.

Good, and old.
Gold.
Vintage.
Take the stage.
Stomp your feet.
Or jump on your toes.
As high as your flight goes.
It has to land.
just make sure there's floor.
To have a lot of luggage, you need to store.
Whatever you've caught, is not to just get lost.
These are memories you bore.
And their pain you've tore.
But shed it nonetheless, every time you sink.
It's only a matter of two blinks.

Duty calls,
Fractal patterns and hyper-strength.
Quantum-Quantum-Quantum-Quantum!
Go figure.

With lots of love and light,
Soul Psykik

Sat Namm

The truth is, what i'm searching for is everywhere. 
Yet, it is nowhere.














You see, its a choice of lifestyle.
Simple things that make a difference.
Yet, they don't ever matter. Never will.

 What you see is what you get.
Yet you'll be a man filled with regret.
Happiness is such, that temporary it's a must.

You see their pain, and it becomes yours.
This is what i call the irony of our age.
This is why, the whole world is a stage.
When you know beyond what you can grasp.

You finally collapse.
Your imagination is beyond imaginary.
That's why they call you a visionary.


But a visionary,

has a vision that's scary.
You see, it doesn't exist.

Yet you see, it does.
It's all about what your eyes can't see.
It's all about what they can never be.
It's a choice of lifestyle.

Here or there, everything is the same.
Of course, the atmosphere is different.
But the story stays the same,
Through the money and the fame.

The places may change,
but as humans we refrain.
We can be much more,
we can swim from shore to shore.

Tears, i need.
Tears, indeed.

But none come out,
Until there is no more doubt.

Wings we have sprout.
But fly, we cannot.

Soar we can, that's the simple plan.
But how far are you willing to go.

After all,
materialism is all there is to show.

There's an option,
Go slow.

But when you do, you become the flow.
And when eyes and ears you can be,
What happens to your own?
Where do they go.
In a carnival of rust,

You're just a ghost in the dust.
Not a part of the plane.
Yet, a dart in the game.

You see, and they feel.

You hear, and they pain.
And then it ripples,
with immense power.
And then the fury upon you showers.
Where will you go.
When there's no one left to save you from yourself.



The truth is my identity.

The truth is all i am.
Whoever has to find me, will find me.
Whoever has to confide in me.

Whoever has to bind with me.
I remain transparent.
It's apparent.
It's all there is.

I am all there is.
I love you all.
I shall never fall.


Just, pick up my call.
Because when the time comes,
You will hear a million hums.

Of hearts that you've broken.
And ties that you've severed.



May the peace find you.
May the light find you.

May love surround you.
Thank you Max, Manuella, Sara, Jasbhagat, Ajja, Naima, Parvati Records and all the other beautiful beings!

Grazie mille Blackmoon 2014, Italy                                                                                                                                             - Soul Psykik

And the truth is? It.

If i may interest you in some background score!
https://soundcloud.com/soul-psykik/earth-x-space-leave-no-trace

the 60s life

O' infinite cosmos,

Grant me the serenity, to accept the things i cannot change.
And the Courage to change the things that i can.
And the Wisdom, to understand the difference.

And so the time comes, the final goodbye.
We feel like we've made it, oh we've been so high.
There is no more.
We've done all we've wanted to try.
Now is the time to step beyond the height.

To these old memories, we try and not fry.
We've misunderstood those melodies for far too long,
for our mind, body and soul to not be a part of this song.

We have all the solutions near us,
Of course, we were the ones who placed the question.
So look around, realize the omens.
Follow your feet.

How many times have we been told,
What we learn is not what we've sold.
Our learning only gives us a path,
The way forward is what we have to hatch.
A memory of our own,
Can turn a million threads into gold.

What is life? What is this journey?

don't do that to her.

Life is nothing but experience,
A gift of consciousness.
What we make of it is up to us.

Places that call out to your names,
Resonate with your favorite games.
Places that show you what you're made of,
Places that know you for what you're made of.

It's life and life only, but don't take it too easily.
Where there's light, there's always dark.
An eerie melody.
What conspires inside those caves,
Why do they call this celebration an evil rave?
Of course it's evident.
They'd like to stomp over the brave.

When there's a blue inside a package of green.
How can it go unseen?
How can the baggage remain clean?
So change we must, the one that tries to see unique.
It must disappear, it's exit must be sleek.
But then come the skies of reality and tides.
Then comes the storm which breaks all norms.

and then we rise

Then comes the power of the truth.
Then the world witnesses the power of the youth.
You don't have to be a part of the usual stations.

You don't have to be a story when you can be the whole book.
You just have to search for that window,
In every corner and nook.
Of course, there are witty players and silly crooks.
But find your way, through the gray.

Treat it like you must, you may want to turn dawn into dusk.
You may want to turn delicate into musk.
You may feel like the weather is unjust.
But when it rains, those droplets of relief.
That's when it rises.

Yes.
Belief.

a coming together of sorts

A story once told, a million times told differently.
What you make of it is you, i'm just the words.
But words of intelligence, no room for negligence.
What you make of it is secondary, what you understand from it is the truth.
So wind yourselves up for it's a wild world.
And grind your hearts, rip your souls apart.
It's not that small, like a game of darts.
It's big, and grand and the gates ever expand.

It's the consciousness, and all you can be is it.
The revolution has arrived.
Now you can wonder where you actually sit.

In offices and corporations, it's echoes thrive.
Now mix business with pleasure, as travel finds leisure.
As meditation finds movement,
As stillness turns dynamic.
As Indian starts to sound Arabic.
As we slowly get rid of those bad habits.

As we gently smile into the eyes of the rabbit.
There is no hole no more, there is no shore.
There's an ocean all around us.

serenity awaits

I call it the ocean of existence.
There's freedom and power.
There's a whole innocence filled shower.
When you get your wits straight,
And you can entangle with fate.
For what happens, happens for the whole world.

If injustice prevails, let it's tales unfold.
What you watch is watched all around.
How the design transforms into sound.
How the groove hits into your veins,
How the recipe is formed from the strain.

The secret to life.
Adventure is a must.
Risk is a frame, a window if it remains.
It opens for a while, if you catch it, smile!
If you don't, just wait.

Soon the window will turn into a gate.
Then walk past slow, and as you do. Glow.
Because you saw it coming,
And now the birds are humming.

Sing your song,
Prove the other side wrong.
Walk, your stride strong.
This last walk, is going to be long.

Real eyes, tear lies.

Eyes that tell, what lies in hell.
And eyes that ring an angelic innocent bell.
Eyes that catch, the heart skips a beat.
Eyes that smile, the lessons they silently teach.
There's a world in those eyes, and it's getting brighter.

There's a universe in every eye.
And we can see it getting higher.

Adrenaline, it's what makes us alive.
It's what tells us, that in this world we have to thrive.
Dance to your own beautiful vibe.
And let those instances coincide.
And then we shall find, It's never coincidence.

Maktub. Evidence.
Seeing it, not believing it.
Feeling it, yet not believing it.
Ignorance.

When you can see it from your own eyes,
When you can feel it through your cores inside.
Know it.
It's the truth.
And the truth is all it has.
Be it.

says it all

The dancers become the sound.
The lights become the stage.
Holographic in nature, it can create any caricature.

Dimensions become infinite, even if it's just a room.
The Dj's, they make you move to the groove.

The Producer's they make you think.
Together, We all dance and Sync.

And then you realize, you didn't even blink.

To a beautiful year, of truth.
Of Realization.
Of Action.

And of course, the one religion.
Music. Connecting across borders.
Let's dance, lets enhance.

People call it the power of trance.
And so we're told, that's how a festival unfolds.

Lots of love & light
--Soul Psykik--

The Whole Spectrum

It's a brutal world out there.

Would you like some background music? - https://soundcloud.com/soul-psykik/medieval-forest-futuristic

Every son and every daughter once told,
In an instance a memory may turn into gold.
In a minute, the gold would want to be sold.
The glitter may never remain in one's constant hold.
The shine once traded,
The memory can never be faded.
It would haunt you till you last,
Like a spell you can cast.
So what you once heard, may come before your eyes.
What you once thought might just manifest in front of your sky.

The power of belief.

Sit tight child, we know you seek your relief.
A journey with no end,
A grand circus with nothing to spend.
Watch what you may like,
Glance at your insight.
Manifestation through light,
Thought of once through sound.
In a flux of energy,
We gather familiar synergy.
The smell of power.
The scent of the traitors tower.
The renegade.
The possession of the game.
The painting without a frame.

A simple strand of information.
Once heard, read or shared.
A ray of light, a stream of thought.
A relative, familiar experience.
Information became knowing.
Knowledge applied to form an experience.
Behold, manifestation.
We have now acquired, Wisdom.

What is this creature?
Is that a human bodied feature?
Can you breathe with your lungs?
Can you look above when you're stunned?

There's confusion in the air.
There, is a scientist's flair.

Is this all this world is about?
Can't imagination create doubt?
Has the time long passed,
Where there was a ray of white in the dark.
Can there be no more inventions?
Can we go to no more conventions?

Of course, it was meant to be.
Without basic logic, how can anyone see?
Oh, but what is it that you call logic?
And if it's not there, is the scenario always tragic?
Why, oh why. Can we not believe in a little magic!

To see something, to feel something, to hear something.
And still not believe it.
Stupidity. Ignorance.
If you can feel, see, touch and be.
What is it? why do you have to flee?

Ah, i see why.
Cos without logic, how can anything be free!
Of course, it must be.
Utopia is just a dream.
But we've lived it.
In moments, in seconds, and hours and frames.
We've felt it's silence, we've seen the beauty.
From the very music, slamming into our souls.

We see it.
A dreamer, and i'm not the only one.
What is it that a boy hasn't done.
Why can't he be called a man.
What roads must be tread on?
 However much we grow,
Still children inside.
From sunshine, we're alive.
By night, we dive.
In the darkness and the light alike,
By all means we let truth strike.

Sink into our eyes, and we will shine your power.
Whatever you have to offer,
We will personally chauffeur.
We let the universe decide,
Where what takes the strides.
Which soul may walk with pride.
Which wave may be a part of the tide.

The collective conscious,
The connected unconscious.
The million questions in my mind,
The trails our ancestors left behind.
I may talk about the far,
I may make you walk on that star.
I may even burn your own scar.
But i promise you..

The truth will give your humblest, brightest power.

With nothing more left to hide.
You may lay by my side.
You may smile, and sleep into the stillness.
Your vibrations clear, nothing may possess.
You walk free on this land,
With nothing in your head planned.
And you will discover,
Why i always say, the gates may be left unmanned.

But if and when the seed shall fall,
And the fiercest of evil may call.

I will find you.

I will unwind you.

I will tear your very surface.

I will smell out the leading trace.

And i will pass it on.
As memory.
As a reverie.
And the universe may absorb.
Absorb and interpret.
Interpret and respond.
And through waves of sound,
May leave you astound.

Or shine like rays,
And reveal a million grays.
Funny it may be, to see the world in gray.
Where all there is, is brilliantly colored hay.

From our paths, hope we never stray.

It takes courage to stand up and talk.
It also takes courage to sit down and listen.
And once you understand, why it is you may or may not glisten?
You may then realize the effort you've put in.
You may reap the seeds of the dreams you sit in.



Karma, is a lady.
Just make sure that she is beautiful.
Stick to the just.

Eventually, everything has to turn to dust.

What matters is what castle of sand you built.
A fort or a tomb.
A ground or a grave.
A party or a rave.
A celebration of the brave.
A battle of life.
A journey into inpsyght.
A dance of the gods.
A blessing from the lords.

To ability to see everything around you come alive.
It's magicc.
And magick is all there is.
To lure us to our beds.
Wondering how everything may sum up in the end.
Or will this road ever have it's last bend.

Well, it's not on us to see through the future.
It's not us to dwell in the past.
It's just on us to dance till we last.
It's just on us to laugh till we crack.
It's just on us to live in understanding.
It's just on us to see through the flight's landing.

Technological nightmare, oh sacred medieval prayer.
The frequencies travel, as another world of communication we unravel.
Emotions passing through wires? Who would've thought.
I'd say dreamt, and it's come alive.
This is how these inventions may thrive.
Ideas are unique as they come out of our minds.
They may be lost in the air, it's only a matter of time.
Invest in the thought that winds the day.
Into a string of purity, that may never fray.
A win is only a gesture, a loss another name for pain.
Detachment is the last lecture, when you no longer need to gain.

So walk past landscapes, jungles and rain-forest's.
Walk past mountains, capes, and plains.
Walk past the very demons, who's eyes go insane.
Walk past the evils in humans and beyond,
Fly into the light, and sing your favorite song.
For a day is just a day in the life of a day.
What comes to it, it takes.
Whether full of color, or just a shade of gray.

It is upon you.
With what you fill your tray?
For all the colors in the world ended up in a shiny white ray.

There we go,
The whole spectrum.
Live the colors, be the sound.
Give it your heart, dance through the ground.
Let your tree root, let your love be the fruit.
See the truth. Be the truth.
And it will set you free.

Namaste!
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GOA- The Source - StarGazer Pt. 2

Note: This post is in continuance to my post from Mahashivaratri, Goa 2013 -
http://tongue-tied-obsessive-dreams.blogspot.in/2013/03/star-gazer-goa-source.html

And so it seems that a divine time has cast it's magick spell upon us.
The GoanMantra is in the air.

Tranquility(top symbol), Sun/Moon/Horizon(Right)- Goa2013

WATER(center symbol) - GOA 2014

 We have traveled centuries beyond to finally reach this place of eternal bliss.
A time in place and history where nothing more has been foretold
or what happens tomorrow cannot be perceived by anyone,
 before tomorrow is actually today.

Sunset, @ Chronicle, Vagator

And so it's a first time for all of us.
There's this happiness in the air, a sense of belonging and freedom
 and not only to the places we were once comfortable in and called them home,
 but to anywhere and everywhere, and the whole arena seems to be our home.

Welcoming and friendly, there's atmospheric delight and grand insight.
It's a first time for all of us.

The source, from where everything arises and goes back to,
 has transcended into a massive black hole.
A black hole being something where there is nothing,
hence being the something where there is everything.
A place where nothing exists to give rise to everything that exists.

Anything that you can see, and imagine is yours to touch, feel and be.
It's truly the essence of who we are and what we do that defines us and where we go.
What we do with this life is it's only meaning.
Whatever meaning we want to give it.

Fear not amongst darkness and intimidation,
 as they are just illusions, of things which cannot exist without us.
As without us, there would be nothing to fear from.

Yes, our own self. The mirror that creates.

You see the fear in front of you?
 That's reflected by your own being and it's you.

Art produced in GOA by Malvika Jay

It is you and you are a part of it.
Enter the mud filled pit.

Enter the dark hole, and let the journey unfold.
After all were all born in darkness
to be able to live in the light,
but to live in the light your own
daemons you have to fight.

Once they perish, 
these moments you may cherish.
Of course, i love the dark.
It's where the brightest of stars are born.

Darkness is chaos, and you have to have chaos within you to give birth to a dancing star.

So dive into the chaos, become one with it.
Melt with it, and submerge yourself in your horror.


There will come a time when there is none left to submerge with,
and all your light and insight will converge.
Into one massive beam of white bright light.
Light so powerful, that even the blind may see it, or at least. Feel it.
They'll know we have everything to show, and nothing to hide.

We have become the ocean and it's powerful tides.
Into the wild desert we ride.
To look back is to look into fear,
Switch your gear, into infinity you may steer.
You are the captain, and you're the ship.
Your choices make you sink, your choices make you blink.
Your choices make you sail, your choices make you frail.
Your choices will make you fly, your choices will get you high.
And then you can try,and try to be divine.
Look for the omens, look for the sacred signs,
and closer you may be, for your destiny to unwind.

Flea Market @ Anjuna

You look for the sea and you find the sun,
you look for the horizon and you find none.
And then you complain, what life this is?
It's only what life ever is.
It gives you what you are,  it shows you whether you've come far.
Far from your pain, or far from your games, Or far from where you were.

Time to let those memories stir.

Time, is a natural healer.
They say patience is the worthiest trait of all.
It gives you that feeling of sitting down in silence,
with your vision focused and gently fixed with eyes at the horizon.
Which seek nothing, but knowing.
Knowing what comes, knowing what stands.
Knowing how to swim by any shark that opens it's jaws for prey.

Vantara Vichitra Label Party @ Monkey Valley, 17th Feb

You can surpass it of course.
You just have to be that underdog fish who sensed the shark,
before it arrives with it's gaping teeth, ready to shred.
But then again, it demands patience.
Not to loose yourself, against the fear or it's power.
Like everything else,
You can't just dive into the water knowing not how to swim.
And not expect to almost drown, at least twice.



But the third time you're drowning,
You'll already have known what's your last spot to survive,
and choose to give that last willing boost,
That spurt of pure and sheer power in you.
To cut through the waves, and fly out.
Through the water and into the sky.

And then you can shout out.
'I'm alive! '.
I'm a human being, darn it!

Portal Mechanism, 19 Feb, Soul Psykik

I am light 
I am infinite 
I am the channel 
I am expanding 
I am psychedelic 
I am vibration 
I am timeless 
I am unity 
I am activating 
I am resonate 
I am galactic 
I am radiant 
I am defined 
I am electric 
I am lunar 

I am magnetic 
I am planetary 
I am balanced 
I am organized 
I am connected 
I am inspired 
I am in harmony 
I am integrity 
I am perfect 
I am manifestation 
I am dissolving 
I am releasing 
I am liberated 
I am dedicated 
I am universalized 
I am enduring 
I am transcending mantra 
I am being 
I am communicating 
I am spirit 
I am breathing 
I am cosmic 
I am essence 
I am power 
I am action 
I am dreaming 
I am abundance 
I am intuition 
I am GOD 
I am extreme 
I am internal and external 
I am eye am flowering 
I am clocking 
I am aware 
I am life force 
I am surviving 
I am DMT 
I am spiraling 
I am art 
I am accomplishing 
I am healing 
I am beauty 
I am elegance 

I am pure 
I am flowing 
I am love 
I am chakras 
I am coinciding 
I am playing 
I am magic 
I am illusive 
I am free will 
I am wise 
I am exploring 
I am space and time 
I am waking life 
I am vivid 
I am enchanting 
I am timelessness 
I am incomplete infinite design 
I am alien 
I am human 
I am receptive 
I am vision 
I am energy 
I am mindful 
I am questioning 
I am answering 
I am intelligent 
I am fearless 
I am evolving 
I am eye I am opening my 3rd eye to the unseen vision 
I am translating 
I am synchronicity 
I am reflecting 
I am endlessness 
I am order and chaos 

Art produced in GOA by Malvika Jay

I am the Tao 
I am crystallized 
I am self generation 
I am affirming 
I am enlightened 
I am life 
I am tone 
I am color 
I am electronic 
I am lunar I am solar 
I am opposite I am polar language 
I am radial 
I am particles of plasma 
I am endurance 
I am cosmic 
I am releasing 
I am liberated 
I am perfect 
I am pulsing 
I am realizing 
I am the 1 because the 1 are all 
I am form 
I am in the infinite nothing that becomes the everything 
I am symbolic 
I am relative 
I am the divine spirit that harmonizes with the laws 
I am projecting the digital loom 
I am the tool of experiencing desire 
I am and finding ecstasy in process 
I am We, we are YOU
- Galactic Mantra ( Liquid Soul )

Sunset @ Fisherman's Shore, Chapora

Namaste, Love and Light from GOA
(The place where everything comes from and the place where everything goes back to)
The Source. Always expanding, ever contracting.
Love to all my friends all across the globe.

My Reach, Is GLOBAL.


My Tower,  SECURE.


My Cause, Is NOBLE.


My POWER IS PURE.

Danke schön
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Soul Psykik, 2014