your soul is like a vine that has twisted itself around my heart so many times that I can't even say how I feel anymore and even if I could express my feelings in one cogent form I have to ask myself what kind of fruit this union would bring forth
We hide what we don't understand And bury it deep down below In darkness under land it slumbers Hidden numbers Where the Sun won't go Nurtured by our hiding hand
And there it learns to live in darkness Deep below it learns to grow The buried shapes deep down beneath So many rows of dragons' teeth Lo and behold, we did not know The darkness only makes it whole
As time goes by a form takes shape Some hidden shadow faint remembered Learns to move before it wakes And as it dreams the whole Earth quakes Rivers rush and mountains tremble
And one bright day it all breaks free Once more to greet the fiery Sun And all the shadows rise as one To take wing, take flight, to take form A form which we have always known And never understood
The Universe is all one thing The mind says 'I am this' and 'I am not that' But that's not real It's just an illusion Just like everything else In our minds
At the end I hope that for a moment I feel what it is like To be Unity
I have a lot of questions for myself And I don't have answers for all of them Sometimes I think Maybe I should stop asking But no I just HAVE TO ASK QUESTIONS What is this? What does it mean? How do I know this is real? What if it isn't? It drives me absolutely up the wall sometimes But it's just the way I am And if I say to myself 'NO MORE QUESTIONS' Then I deny the truest part of who I am Because who am I? I don't know but clearly I'm Someone who asks a lot of questions.
do you feel how I feel like you're not quite sure what's real do you think like I think two metronomes just out of sync do you know what I know can you see into my soul shades and shadows smoke and mirrors say the word I'll make it clearer...
↘ all in the name of the same god we think invoking we're balancing justice we the scales assail calling for vengeance even blood ↙ against the enemy we rail vengeance until they → pushes the are who we pendulum become vengeance doesn't balance the scales
death is a river that never stops rising life is a vine we can never stop climbing reaching into the sky twisted and twined low over the river that waters the vine
There may be someone who is hard and cruel But their one virtue is a brilliant mind And also there may be a total fool Whose only virtue is that they are kind
There may be somebody who lacks mercy Their virtue is that they have won a war And someone wrapped up in controversy Whose virtue is that they know who they are
Our history is full of crooks and churls Who did the only great deed that they could You may have just one thing to give the world You only need one virtue to be good
War bells Clanging hollow Over the horizon Low like a gong Swelling like madness My tears are silent They do not drown the sound They only blur the hurried words That make my faint heart shiver And my blood run cold