Ions
ions
electric fingers, electric thoughts
through plasma ocean feelings brought
ion whirlwinds spiraling down
north pole, south pole, they abound
auroras curtains' sizzling crack
sound vibrations coming back
to consciousness, its dreams and streams
flowing on and on it seems
we think we know we know we think
still in between our thoughts we're linked
with plasma ocean's stars both near
and far away, the truth is we're
in between the thoughts we think
we're in between each breath, we're linked
we're in between the back and forth
awake, asleep, we change we morph
we're wrapped in who we think we are
we must let go to journey far
beyond the Earth, beyond the Moon
beyond the Sun as well and soon
we'll become who we once were
and always are, no ego blur
of sad emotion, thought entrapped
we must let go right now, uncapped
we bubble up as we expand
to fill the space between like sand
on seashore, in deserts dry
by letting go we rise, we fly
through plasma space electrified
the space between, we cannot hide
auroras curtain's sizzling crack
sound vibrations coming back
to consciousness, its dreams and streams
flowing on and on it seems
we think we know we know we think
still in between our thoughts we're linked
through plasma ocean feelings brought
ion whirlwinds spiraling down
north pole, south pole, they abound
auroras curtains' sizzling crack
sound vibrations coming back
to consciousness, its dreams and streams
flowing on and on it seems
we think we know we know we think
still in between our thoughts we're linked
with plasma ocean's stars both near
and far away, the truth is we're
in between the thoughts we think
we're in between each breath, we're linked
we're in between the back and forth
awake, asleep, we change we morph
we're wrapped in who we think we are
we must let go to journey far
beyond the Earth, beyond the Moon
beyond the Sun as well and soon
we'll become who we once were
and always are, no ego blur
of sad emotion, thought entrapped
we must let go right now, uncapped
we bubble up as we expand
to fill the space between like sand
on seashore, in deserts dry
by letting go we rise, we fly
through plasma space electrified
the space between, we cannot hide
auroras curtain's sizzling crack
sound vibrations coming back
to consciousness, its dreams and streams
flowing on and on it seems
we think we know we know we think
still in between our thoughts we're linked
orig 2009
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posted by L Hearn @ 12:17 PM
