When traveling by foot, across a distance of land.
You come across special people, that will always give you a hand.

Out on the road, no matter how you feel.
Finding other people, that always keep it real.

Remembering other times, being down here before.
Leonardo, Alan, Yeshua and more.

Knowing of all they knew, isn’t as easy as that.
It’s more you feel how they felt, at the time which they were at

If I can see through your eyes, then you can look through me.
Seeing we are the same, stretched out through eternity.

The changes that are coming, are not without any loss.
We guides are put in place, to get new ideas across

Open up your heart, while looking to the sun.
Filling up with light, knowing we are but one.

The system of oneness in our universe, that connects all that we see.
Steering us to choices we need to make, showing how it’s all meant to be.

Each group has their own special way, to communicate with each other.
But underneath is an unseen wave, linking us to Earth as our mother.

Like ants on a hill running about, no doubt to where they are going.
Guided by an invisible tether, giving them direction without knowing.

Science shows us how some of this works, when looking at things that are small.
Often as we begin to look at ourselves, we become blinded and see nothing at all.

It’s important to remember that in all there is, the consciousness we have is just one.
It gives me solis remembering this, making life much more fun.

By thinking you’re not a piece of it all, you place your part on a shelf.
The judgements you give are beliefs that you have, in your mind, about only yourself.

Performing nightly on a stage, people scream out your name.
Carefully not to get ahead of yourself, and forget that it’s all just a game.

A crippling feature of rock-n-roll life, is a deafness in one’s ear.
Of all the senses given to them, important is being able to hear.

The bitter pains give refuge, Relevant of all you attain.
Hard from normal this rockstar life, always the same to remain.

Singing the same old jingle jangle, showing their souls every night.
sharing the music inside of them, Hoping it gives us delight

Sliding in quite carefully, carving a night out of day.
Another stage, another bus, off to the next place to play.

Traveling to the center of this land that I know.
To a magical place in the middle, where sun and moon will show.

I hadn’t thought much about that little, care bear on the dash.
Just feeling like it’s in the way, and going to make us crash.

But deep inside I knew that I was right where I should be.
Experiencing this colossal event, with my friends numbering three.

viewing this crossing of never before, was therefore something new.
guided by strangers moments before in a parking lot out of the blue.

We followed them and they showed us a spot, to watch the moon make its pass. Oddly enough an identical bear was just laying right there in the grass.

A braided ribbon way up high, twisting black and twisting white.
Circling around this vast darkness in the sky, making it feel so bright.

Spirals of shapes around the sun, moving inwards and moving out.
Creates the reality in which we live, to this I have no doubt.

Egypt gave us many things but was not the first kingdom to grow.
This civilization popped up quick, built atop all we should know.

Understanding There is a price of admission, for all that I now see.
It’s the knowing that whatever happens, the “I am”, is really just me.

Remember that ice cream, that gave you such delight.
All layered there together, in brown, pink and white

The smells in your life that these memories attach.
When you encounter one, you’ll know that it’s a match.

Always do what you love, isn’t that what they say.
Telling you, by doing this, never  will you work, in a day.

Doing everything with love, it’s with this you will create.
A deep respect for everything, thus learning of your fate.

If only seeing yourself as, the this that I can.
Try quieting your mind, to become the I in I am.

There is a flavor and aroma that sends me far away.
To a time long ago, that’s hidden inside today.

To travel this distance, the one deep in me.
My magic elixir is Called Russian tea.

Sweet dreams, my little girl, sweet dreams Emma Grace

Tomorrow is another day, you and I are on our way.
I’ll be there for you, and you’ll be there for me.

Sweet dreams, my little girl, sweet dreams Emma Grace

I love this little girl of mine, she makes every day so fine.
She’s my shining star, no matter where we are.

Sweet dreams, my little girl, sweet dreams Emma Grace

Now that we have brushed our teeth, there’ll be nothing more to eat.
Now it’s time for bed, goodnight sleepyhead.

Sweet dreams, my little girl, sweet dreams Emma Grace

Of all of the grains that we’ve opted to eat.
Most popular of these, is the one we call wheat.

The harvest of wheat now involves something new.
I’ll lay it all out so that we can review

When harvesting wheat it’s important to know.
You’ll increase your profit if the moisture is low.

To do this you dry it by spraying to ****.  So the poisons attached will go right to the mill

If that doesn’t scare you and fill you with dread.
This wheat is then used in the food we call bread.

As cancer rates grow and more people get sick.
Take a look at your diet and quit believing their shtick.

Since poisoning our food has become the new norm. I’ve made it my duty to share, and inform.