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Agent of Chaos,
Master of Order,
in the empty space
proceeds affluent.

Surrounded by the nothing
that becomes the all,
aware of its reflecting properties,
centered and still, flows unimpeded.

Attacks from its self image,
as reminders of the essential frictions,
delightfully bask
in the strenuous lighting forward.

The dots connected only in the back,
appreciated now ahead of time,
on the way to a supernova,
trascendence is the only purpose of its existence.

Sparking Stars

Everything is a choice,
even when all is bound up,
not a blame to speak of,
if it's clear who is giving up.

That applies to what bloom,
never apart from the Quantum,
where the engine is very clever,
as it sparks the dark matter.

I am with me all the way,
when I am lost I am not astray,
for every moment can realize,
my true nature and its size.

To every edge can always reach,
but only accept on what I preach,
as for what's seen it never lies,
just ask the cat and the mice.

As for the two needs the play,
sometimes the hunter is the prey,
so surely convinced of its quest,
lose the objective and the zest.

That's when a choice needs to rise,
either be the shit or the fly,
to be right or feel good is the quelf,
if it can't destroy it, instead destroy itself.

The Edge

[verse 1]
Floating adrift,
in a clouded sea of life,
cannot recall my real essence,
gleams of good time are far gone.

[verse 2]
Up ahead on the horizon,
waves of sorrow are storming in,
there's not time left to ponder,
I abandon my corpe to Neptune.

[bridge 1]
Open arms to the impact,
as the violence begins,
when it seems that all is lost,
only then a voice I perceive:

[chorus]
Your miracle is shining,
you gotta believe it,
you gotta release it,
allow it to come.

[verse 3]
From the abyss,
a new way appears from the stars,
with a leap the light rejoins,
so relief peek-a-boo.

[bridge 2]
What was so bad early on,
now that doesn't scare you,
ride the waves of desire,
and enjoy the eternal clue:

[chorus]
Your miracle is shining,
you gotta believe it,
you gotta release it,
allow it to come".

[verse 4]
The mind is clear,
and the body is ready to dance,
what you see mirrors what you feel,
focus only on that.

[verse 5]
Those waves are only vessels,
to the shores of inner eclipse,
when tomorrow is now,
only then this meaning... uplift.

Lost & Found


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Agent of Chaos,
Master of Order,
in the empty space
proceeds affluent.

Surrounded by the nothing
that becomes the all,
aware of its reflecting properties,
centered and still, flows unimpeded.

Attacks from its self image,
as reminders of the essential frictions,
delightfully bask
in the strenuous lighting forward.

The dots connected only in the back,
appreciated now ahead of time,
on the way to a supernova,
trascendence is the only purpose of its existence.

Sparking Stars

Everything is a choice,
even when all is bound up,
not a blame to speak of,
if it's clear who is giving up.

That applies to what bloom,
never apart from the Quantum,
where the engine is very clever,
as it sparks the dark matter.

I am with me all the way,
when I am lost I am not astray,
for every moment can realize,
my true nature and its size.

To every edge can always reach,
but only accept on what I preach,
as for what's seen it never lies,
just ask the cat and the mice.

As for the two needs the play,
sometimes the hunter is the prey,
so surely convinced of its quest,
lose the objective and the zest.

That's when a choice needs to rise,
either be the shit or the fly,
to be right or feel good is the quelf,
if it can't destroy it, instead destroy itself.

The Edge

[verse 1]
Floating adrift,
in a clouded sea of life,
cannot recall my real essence,
gleams of good time are far gone.

[verse 2]
Up ahead on the horizon,
waves of sorrow are storming in,
there's not time left to ponder,
I abandon my corpe to Neptune.

[bridge 1]
Open arms to the impact,
as the violence begins,
when it seems that all is lost,
only then a voice I perceive:

[chorus]
Your miracle is shining,
you gotta believe it,
you gotta release it,
allow it to come.

[verse 3]
From the abyss,
a new way appears from the stars,
with a leap the light rejoins,
so relief peek-a-boo.

[bridge 2]
What was so bad early on,
now that doesn't scare you,
ride the waves of desire,
and enjoy the eternal clue:

[chorus]
Your miracle is shining,
you gotta believe it,
you gotta release it,
allow it to come".

[verse 4]
The mind is clear,
and the body is ready to dance,
what you see mirrors what you feel,
focus only on that.

[verse 5]
Those waves are only vessels,
to the shores of inner eclipse,
when tomorrow is now,
only then this meaning... uplift.

Lost & Found

The Past is an opinion.
The Future is an illusion.
Now it's all there ever is.

Time's a construct of the mind,
so compelling to drag the essence in a foward spiral,
dictated by a beginning and an end.

When ethernity governs it all,
so the urge fades away
to look up in the face,
of what was or could be.

But the bliss engulfs upon,
of the savoring existence,
which never dies,
or ever live,
for more than here in this clip.

Ever changing in that spot,
so continue leaping on...

The Pulse of the Now

In the wake of the eye,
the vibrating sounds emit,
the solemnity of a journey
that neither starts nor it ends.

Forward the only motion
even when push it back,
to the place that it shines,
but the mind never rests.

And so forth,
to the next,
each it rhymes with the heart
while the stomach does its flex.

If a stop cannot see,
not the blame of that creep,
but for the sudden realization
of the only available trip.

Million places,
only the excuse,
to the touch line of the inside,
where the voyage always was.

The Voyage

When joy screams at your feet,
and sorrow disappears,
you let it roam free,
all the way up to the sphere.

When visions knock at the door,
for the pleasure of the moment,
you don't fall astray,
and use it to illuminate the way.

When fears want their glory,
and darkness lights up,
you turn the other cheek,
and paddle gently down the creek.

When every second splits from the all,
and is treated for what is worth,
you appreciate it in health and pain,
and so are born each time again.

When all of this happen in one shot,
and wholeness embraces the being,
you celebrate the spree,
and only then are really free.

Shifting Gears

In your hate,
I found love,
face to face
in the mirroring image of myself.

I saw the essence,
that united us
even when separated.

I chose to love you,
and you were gone.
I resented you,
and you were back.

A respite at the core,
is felt inside-out,
as angelical presences,
show me your true nature.

And again,
you go away
adding to the surprise,
of the creator's dilemma.

Then I say,
better in my heart with love,
than in my reality in demise.

Good bye my dearest friend,
We are now really together.

Loving for Living

The many can create the whole,
while a unique all,
cannot create a single many.

The beauty of the chaos,
embedded in every particle,
from which order derives.

Impactful the now,
where the choice lays,
a direction to be taken,
and a style to be formed.

By default or by intention,
with the mind and its hands,
steer the feeling and its hertz.
Filled with please,
and never mind for the rest.

No need of license,
or cryful plea,
just remember,
you go where you mostly see.

On Point

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Agent of Chaos,
Master of Order,
in the empty space
proceeds affluent.

Surrounded by the nothing
that becomes the all,
aware of its reflecting properties,
centered and still, flows unimpeded.

Attacks from its self image,
as reminders of the essential frictions,
delightfully bask
in the strenuous lighting forward.

The dots connected only in the back,
appreciated now ahead of time,
on the way to a supernova,
trascendence is the only purpose of its existence.

Sparking Stars

Everything is a choice,
even when all is bound up,
not a blame to speak of,
if it's clear who is giving up.

That applies to what bloom,
never apart from the Quantum,
where the engine is very clever,
as it sparks the dark matter.

I am with me all the way,
when I am lost I am not astray,
for every moment can realize,
my true nature and its size.

To every edge can always reach,
but only accept on what I preach,
as for what's seen it never lies,
just ask the cat and the mice.

As for the two needs the play,
sometimes the hunter is the prey,
so surely convinced of its quest,
lose the objective and the zest.

That's when a choice needs to rise,
either be the shit or the fly,
to be right or feel good is the quelf,
if it can't destroy it, instead destroy itself.

The Edge

[verse 1]
Floating adrift,
in a clouded sea of life,
cannot recall my real essence,
gleams of good time are far gone.

[verse 2]
Up ahead on the horizon,
waves of sorrow are storming in,
there's not time left to ponder,
I abandon my corpe to Neptune.

[bridge 1]
Open arms to the impact,
as the violence begins,
when it seems that all is lost,
only then a voice I perceive:

[chorus]
Your miracle is shining,
you gotta believe it,
you gotta release it,
allow it to come.

[verse 3]
From the abyss,
a new way appears from the stars,
with a leap the light rejoins,
so relief peek-a-boo.

[bridge 2]
What was so bad early on,
now that doesn't scare you,
ride the waves of desire,
and enjoy the eternal clue:

[chorus]
Your miracle is shining,
you gotta believe it,
you gotta release it,
allow it to come".

[verse 4]
The mind is clear,
and the body is ready to dance,
what you see mirrors what you feel,
focus only on that.

[verse 5]
Those waves are only vessels,
to the shores of inner eclipse,
when tomorrow is now,
only then this meaning... uplift.

Lost & Found

The Past is an opinion.
The Future is an illusion.
Now it's all there ever is.

Time's a construct of the mind,
so compelling to drag the essence in a foward spiral,
dictated by a beginning and an end.

When ethernity governs it all,
so the urge fades away
to look up in the face,
of what was or could be.

But the bliss engulfs upon,
of the savoring existence,
which never dies,
or ever live,
for more than here in this clip.

Ever changing in that spot,
so continue leaping on...

The Pulse of the Now

In the wake of the eye,
the vibrating sounds emit,
the solemnity of a journey
that neither starts nor it ends.

Forward the only motion
even when push it back,
to the place that it shines,
but the mind never rests.

And so forth,
to the next,
each it rhymes with the heart
while the stomach does its flex.

If a stop cannot see,
not the blame of that creep,
but for the sudden realization
of the only available trip.

Million places,
only the excuse,
to the touch line of the inside,
where the voyage always was.

The Voyage

When joy screams at your feet,
and sorrow disappears,
you let it roam free,
all the way up to the sphere.

When visions knock at the door,
for the pleasure of the moment,
you don't fall astray,
and use it to illuminate the way.

When fears want their glory,
and darkness lights up,
you turn the other cheek,
and paddle gently down the creek.

When every second splits from the all,
and is treated for what is worth,
you appreciate it in health and pain,
and so are born each time again.

When all of this happen in one shot,
and wholeness embraces the being,
you celebrate the spree,
and only then are really free.

Shifting Gears


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