Hai detto la verita.. vero?

Vero?

So it's known for a fact that the universe is known
to work is the strangest of ways,

Yet such vast a phenomena cannot be explained
in the mere cosmic play of words

You see that there are many things that
could go one way or another at one point of time.

And every opportunity thought of can be thought
 to end in the eventual perceived result,

but the problem/fun part of the equation is,

every action thought about to lead to that eventual outcome
 is a series of decisions,

and their aftermath through which we have arrived.

Hence suggesting the fact that even those decisions which you took,

which made you arrive at the final decision,

has a series of reactions,
and though we can think of what can or cannot happen,

Can we ever tell?

Think about it,

would you be able to know for sure what happens next,

so as to describe the future,
perceived by you and your perception of how things will react to it?

So about these parallel decisions thought of at one point of time.

They did actually take place.

But they took place, in your thought process.

Simplified, your stream of consciousness.

Simplified further, the consciousness of the world.

(do you think it has one?)

You know when it happens that these occurrences took place,

Maybe they happened in an alternate universe?

Could it be possible that those actions in these alternate universes,

circled around to change something in our very own universe?

Our very own being.

Whoops.

The fact being how can they arrive here,

even if it does exist.

So you mean to say that the universal consciousness,

Is not applicable for these other universes,

Given that there exist any?

Of course, 

I might just be talking about a multiverse.

Wait, what?

I mean a definition to a body of many universes together?

That means that you have to call it multiverse consciousness!

But,

If i called it a multi-verse conscience, 

wouldn't universal conscience already mean that?

The fact being, that i called it universal upto what i know,

Or lets say science knows, there exists.

But when it finds it, 

It'll just be called a multi-verse conscience of parallel realities.

Or not?

Think about that,

The past, the present, the future.

What if they are happening together and interact with each other?

Who is to know that someday we arrive to that multi-universe,

And see ourselves 20 years ago, or in front.

What if anything i change in the present,

may change my future for good.

Yeah, you're correct.

I got that from Back to the Future.
Look at this, it was today, when they went into the future!
That ought to count for something, yes?

But hey, think about it man.

They called it 'back' to the future for a reason.

Stop frowning, i'm not going to say the government is out to get us.

Or our food is not food.

Or money is not real.

No.

I'm just asking you to wonder about how intriguing it would be,

If what you're reading right now(present)

is probably changing something in your 40's,

And every thought you take is causing this,

In multiple versions of reality.

Maybe you, yes you.

are probably not even realizing when you dream,

and when you're do you're actually in another reality.

The only fact being that it's just the same familiar surroundings?

Okay, 'it' gets it.

There can be a million realities to be seen.

Or known, or thought about.

What matters is what we are doing here, at this moment.

Which is weaving a path of complexity, or subtlety,

Happiness or sorrow.

childishness or maturity.

Conformity or insecurity.

Or maybe what clothes i'm going to wear in college tomorrow,

Does that color suit those boots?

Oh wait, i have to meet the colleague of mine,

who never asked me for my name,

but told me her whole life story?

Oh man, i got clean up my room.

So will it really help if you prayed?

I believe so, si.

Prayer would eventually be thoughts in your mind yes.

Thoughts sent out to this stream of consciousness.

Thoughts sent out to the atmosphere,

Swirling out through all the wood, the concrete, the metal, glass,

Swooshing through pollution and electronic frequencies,

Entangling through the clouds and water, and oxygen and carbon,

moving into vibrations as they hit space,

eventually moving something somewhere, in this solar system.

In the other solar systems.

In the galaxies, through wormholes,

through the third, fourth and fifth dimensions,

(yo, interstellar is a GOOD watch, man)

And then into the universe, finally dissolving.

..

.

Did you read the whole thing?

The multiverse man!

Who's counting the other universes,

Or the galaxy of the universes,

or..

Well, I tell you,

Interstellar, good movie.

Oh inception wasn't bad either.

(Seriously, not bad??)

So what i mean to tell you, 

is that actions, reactions, contraction, and relaxation.

Respiring and exhaling.

Working, or sailing.

Smoking or drinking,

Smiling, or just blinking.

The Illusion of progress, might be progress itself.

..

Why'd you say that man,

Oh well, ask yourself?

Belief is a beautiful armor,

that makes for the heaviest sword.

It's like punching underwater,

You never really hit who you're trying for.

oh, John Mayer, you're a good guy.

Here;s a little sonic love from me,
For this new planet, Kepler.

https://soundcloud.com/scyther-project/kepler-16b

Oh, and they found flowing water on MARS.
It's about time, ain't it?
They're planning to send in human settlements to MARS,
create humanity from scratch,
not make the same mistakes again.

History is being made.
How would you like a one way trip?
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2FXp8cr4fe8

See you around !

The Bridge

So i've got to say, this is purely romantic.

Or at least, of what i make of romance.

https://soundcloud.com/soul-psykik/confession

So you know this feeling,

when you're standing on a bridge alone?

You have nothing on your mind,

you're just watching the water flow under you.

As you stare at the water,

gently floating under, its gives you a sensation.

That the water is stagnant,

And the bridge is floating, gently.

Do you realize what happened?

You became the flow.

Even for a second if so.

It's just how it happens.

You're just standing there,

staring into point blank.

It's the only time you let down your flank.

There's no guard, there's no feeling.

Your mind feels like its about the hit the ceiling.

Understand that just like this flow,

You are the person, the one to go.

You just have to stop, stand, stare.

The whole world will revolve around you,

Bare.

Love, it's like a melody.

When you're in love you know.

It doesn't have to be eternal love, 

for it to show.

It's just a feeling, like any other.

So what about the rest of them,

Aren't they intense too?

Of course they are, 

Only your perception is too far.

Look, it's just a simple road.

There are many great melodies.

With time the memories unfold.

Things that happen, do for a reason.

Time heals all,

It happens every season.

What's happened is a must,

Don't call it unjust.

Not just yet,

before you make moves you regret.

Because that's the feeling of pain,

That's why your mind strains.

Why make a decision based on now,

When we know it's all we have.

Why don't we let now, make the decision for us?

It's simple, yet so strange.

It seems like the process is a game.

But it's  not, its just the thought.

What your heart feels is the only truth.

But you know, it's your only youth.

Never comes again.

Would you stand on the bridge.

Close your eyes for a second?

The river will speak to you.

You'll learn another lesson.

I've told you more everyday,

And everyday i've known less.

As time passes by,

I pass by.

I've opened the room,

When the outside was flushed with water.

It swept in 

swept me off my feet.

Gobbled up the room.

And again, everything was lost.

Everything inside was floating.

But do you realize, what happened?

I became a part of something bigger.

Bigger than me, bigger than the room.

Bigger than the vessel.

I was a part of the river/sea/ocean.

I was a part of something which had everything,

Now i don't need to swim my way.

The potential energy carries me through.

They say if you're drowning,

and you try to fight it, you'll drown.

Listen to the voice inside you,

Float, the water will just surface you.

Don't lose your breath just yet.

In the end, you're on top.

Effortlessly.

Don't tire yourself by fighting nature.

It has it's ways.

But it's never unfair.

It does what it has to.

Because it's bigger than mankind.

Bigger than the worldly realm,

It ceases to exist on this material plane.

Of course if you really want to make this,

about water and drowning and technicality,

you'll never understand what the fuck i'm saying.

But trust me, don't use your mind.

Just read, just feel my words.

Don't you think there's something more.

More to what i'm saying?

Well its all about opinion.

I'm just a messenger.

But okay, we'll go with the heart.

Ever feel like it's hurting.

It's trying to tell you something.

Why don't you listen, 

Instead of reacting to it.

Why don't you drown in it's sorrow when it pains?

Why do you want to do something about it.

Are you going to die?

Probably not.

But you will, inside.

If you don't listen to it.

One day, it just stops talking to you.

Believe me, when that happens,

You're already dead.

Why make everything so complicated.

Why don't you just sit and watch.

I know, it's not easy to sit on a chair.

And watch, the whole world burn around you.

But really, do you think running into,

the fire is a better option?

You really must be willing to sacrifice.

Of course, you can see no one following.

It's a road which is not meant to be followed.

Whoever stands on the bridge is the river.

The river will show you the way.

But are you willing to just sit there and see?

Maybe, maybe not.

But you can give it a try can't you?

What is it that you really want?

You can't have an answer, without having a question.

Throw your questions in.

Indeed you will find the answer.

Just articulate the question.

You know, when you know something.

From deep inside, you just know it.

There is nothing which can show you,

or tell you or lead you.

It's only what you see fit to you, 

that will lead you.

But listen to it closely.

There's a difference, 

between what you feel,

and what you think you feel.

When you're lost and you can't find the bridge.

Stop, go back in time.

Where did you start out from?

Where was your home,

from where you walked out of,

to seek what you do.

There's no other way.

Maybe try it another day.

Faith is a word used too often,
Felt too little.

Emily tries, but misunderstands.

She's often inclined to borrow,

somebodies dreams till tomorrow.

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!
Find more @ https://www.facebook.com/SoulPsykik

Trance-formation

I don't know how to say this or what to start with but i do know what to end with. 

Welcome, to the altered states.

Digital Representation by http://thedesignmeaculpa.tumblr.com/

It's the beginning of the beginning and the end of the end but it seems like just another bend. 

The road goes on, and so does the travel. 

Its how destiny unravels as the world sinks through holes,

and the gentle surface of nature twirls, and we find ourselves lost in space.

A time hole of sorts. 
Where at will and power arise ,thrills like meteor showers.

We are wired into a time of technology and development,
 and advancement of thought.

For centuries the medieval have fought,
 but here comes and era of 200 screaming beats,

blasted through the floor, bombarded through the streets.

Memories they last, and when the present collapses,

comes an endless bubble of unforeseen trouble, 

as we anticipate how to run, and how the story comes undone.

But that's the thing about the moment, we can cry and wail and torment.

There is nothing like the flow, there is nothing like being judged.

There is nothing like having your life in front of you smudged.

Your center of gravity is all that keeps you from insanity.

Don't have to refrain from profanity.

Don't be that guy.

I called you once, i called you twice.

I did not think about you after the thrice.

I just kept you with me so you can be,

and here you are just the same flower.

Brighter in my soul, my heart weaving your gold.

What is it oh love, what is it above.

From where arose the spice, what brings your skin to a boil?

Does it have to spill turmoil.

I roll from ground to ground, only to find these flashes surround.

I have this journey without an end, I am the path, however much you bend.

You have to walk on me, and i am your vehicle.

So where will you live, once you perish my name.

What will you train, once you've lost your own brain.

It's a matter of words, and words are all i have.

Word's are all we have, words are what make us laugh.

Smile, its simple. 

It has to be, once you know how not to flee.

Once you know what it means to pain.

Once you know what it means to gain.

Once you know what it means to feel.

Once you know what it means to see.

Music. It's us, it's everywhere.

I'm everywhere, you are everywhere.

Wherever you stare for too long you find,

How deep these memories, have you bind.

What art you make, what books you create.

What norms you hate, what armor you make.

You are your captain, you are your ship.

You are your flight. 

Just spread your wings.

And thus you'll find.

You taste everything just fine.

The colors you eat, your eyes will teach.

What you see is what you saw, what you see is what the universe saw.

It goes up, it goes down,

With perfect weight, it balances around.

When the other side is humble as my tide is,

it will dissolve into the ocean.

When the motion is upset, The situation will demand regret,

and once we enter the void,

It's only my floyd.

My echoing silence, wave forms twisted via violins.

Music to my ears, from emotions to tears, we feel it all.

But we never take its fall.

Watch, don't stare. Observe but don't glare. 

Or what's the point, you see what you want.

Whether its a victory glance, or a miscalculated taunt.

Either way, it's the same checker board.

The king checks his mate, the cards exclaim fold.

It will rain like never before, water will prevail as the age arises,

And the rivers will gush, they're over excited.

To find this way, is what i'm built for.

To rest in any hay, with a child like heart.

As innocent we are, we try not to lose our spark.

It's a mellow world out there, colors sometimes collide.

But that's the good thing about colors.

They're all just art.

Small colors to a big story. The macro-scopic picture.

But just like any hologram, the color is the macroscopic picture itself.

As without a world of it's own blue, how can it ever be navy hue?

Or touch the sky and absorb it's calm, or apply its sensuous turquoise charm.

I've told you once and i tell you again.

Don't try it, let it try you.

Don't fry it, let it fry you.

What doesn't kill you makes you stronger.

If only you pondered upon my words a little longer ...

Whilst entering this sacred space, 

do not lurk for a scent or trace.

My beautiful thoughts will reconcile

 your beautiful mind.

You wouldn't recognize the place you'll find. 

All in all you are meant to be divine,

 so look more around you.

There is a lot of time.

Don't lose your world,

 it's that which you stand upon.

To be the universe.

You're already there, already a part of it.

Your fingers already know what to play,

And how to play fair, it's the technological nightmare.

In the night comes power, and with power comes clarity.

In the day comes silence, in silence comes strength.

What's the ongoing trend?

I admire your lack of judgement in your endeavors,

but don't lose your soul whilst your try and be clever.

If the rest of the planet were to absorb these waves,

wonder how many other strings they'd fray.

How many lives they'd save and how mammy wives they'd make.

Agni, Fire.

The amount cast upon revives itself tri-fold. It burns the spark itself.

Why would you try fire against fire? It would only multiply in failure to comply,

and render its very existence into the most revengeful color you haven't known.

Because what comes from within will never be part of the sin.

Purity

Is when your eyes are smiling and your mind is silent.

Your bodily vehicle parked.

Don't just be the spark. Be the fuel, light yourself on fire.

Seek those who fan your flames (rumi).

Abandon your only game, it is your name.

If you are one, you are none.

When you are all, you can never fall.

Try to realize it's all within yourself, no one else can make you see.

And to say that really only we're all once and life goes on within you and without you.

Innocence, when you find 'it'. You find 'you'.

But will it ever find you?

Depends on your innocent blue days. 
Where there is no hay, no games to play.

Look down upon, or frown upon.

Or enter the town and parade your crown.

Only time can tell, where your knowing may dwell.

It's the spur of the moment. Its where all the magic lies.

Come, join me.

He once exclaimed! 

" Let me tell you about heartache and the loss of god, wandering. Wandering, hopeless nights. Out here in the perimeter there are no stars. Out here we are stoned, immaculate. "

Back in those days where everything was simpler and more confused.

It's a funny thing about music. 

You can hear it, but you see it.

You can't tell that you're sinking but you can feel it.

You feel it, but then you want to be it.

When you be it, you know what it is.

It is you, you have become it.

Happy 2014.

All the love and light to you.

May you 'be'.

Joy, is the word of the year.

https://soundcloud.com/soul-psykik/the-year-of-tranceformation

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