Act as you will,
the Buddha doesn't mind.

as the foghorn blows for the third time
i ask the question once again …
where lies the hands of power
and bringing consciousness back into my material being
i find two hands that look very much
like my own

nomind, i don’t mind

i thought i was a thinker
but Rodin proved me wrong
he bronzed the thinker

after pondering on that
while observing the foot traffic
at the gallery for a long moment …

i wondered:
as an observer of the observers
am i hunter or prey?

Welcome to my rough draft
This is me being real, now
Been fallin’ part for real
It’s a part of healing, though

Been stripping down
Taking off my layers
Giving away my tells
Now that I’m standing here naked

I can see what I’m feeling
I can feel why I’m reeling
Falling down, it’s fleeting
Now I’m standing into my being

Nomind protects me
While the hive mind projects me
Is the West the least
Or the number of the beast

What i glean
From this machine
Is that the hex comes off
When we break the locks

Time to unwind the paradigm
It’s stepping back
To move forward
Found my flow now …

Time to let it roll

I found my leadership
It’s hereditary

There’s a balance point within
Where the thoughts and feels
congeal

Welcome to my rough draft
This is me being real, now
Been fallin’ part for real
It’s a part of healing, though

Welcome to my rough draft
This is me being real, now
Been fallin’ part for real
It’s a part of healing, though

Welcome to my rough draft
This is me being real, now
Been fallin’ part for real
It’s a part of healing, though