You can slow it down by just the sound of a love ones heartbeat,
you can come back down by just the  planting of your feet.
In the soil we can connect,  becoming one with the scenery, by sitting in silence and closing our eyelids and listen as the wind begins to speak.

All you have to do is breathe...in and out so deeply
till your feet become the roots, and the rest of you becomes the tree.
Whatever you do, get back, because this old world is fading away.
Raise your vibration; ignite your vertebrae.

Tired eyes and weathered skin,
each wrinkle tells stories of days never to be seen again.
How much does it matter when all fades, when all returns to dust?
Will they remember the beauty of your spirit, or only speak no further than the body you were in?
Blinded by the outside, never thinking of the soul within, keeps the brain asleep; never to ascend.
Is it shoes, is it money, is it the mask you wear that is the only thing of value? Is it temporary things that keep you going, or is it the truth that gets you through?
Your life is in the balance of this world you've been clinging to.
Time to let go and let the lies die, to live in eternal truth.

Why are you holding back?
If only you could let go...
Hard times would get easier to handle, if you just embrace the natural flow.
I speak to you with a book wide open, from lines that give light to mind. I am on a journey just the same as you are, so not all that I say may be right. And as life goes on, I'll gain more sight, and know that I was wrong. Yet when the feeling comes from the marrow, I know I've held it in too long, and know it is time to write.
Take those kinks out of your head and give life to what was dead and become resurrected. O sister, we connect telepathically, and O brother, I know you know there is something within us that most can not perceive. There is more of us than the grains of sands in the ocean; our hair is like that of the waves upon the sea. Just open your minds eye to who you are, let go and live naturally.
But how can you know if you don't search, tell me how can you remember if you don't seek?
It's time to erase the lies and unshackle the mind to the truth of your own history.

Can you see two world?
I am the air between 'em.

I say the most when my mind is turning and my mouth is closed.
Speaking with those who swim and dive deeper into the sea of collective consciousness.
To drown, one would have to live above the surface in a backwards world such as this.
Truth is the only oxygen.

I can hear 'em.
"Don't nobody wanna hear dat ****." But what that just means to me is, "just go back to sleep," in which I reply by saying "I can't because this  insomnia is serious," but I wouldn't have it any other way.
Eyes see through the night, so I'm never sleep walking through the day.

My spirit will speak to you through the words I write, and have written.
You will feel me in each and every sentence, so it doesn't matter if I'm here or gone. You'lll still hear my voice speak to you, even when it's time for me to return home.