The Shaman’s life lonely, troubled since youth.
Seeing through lies, means speaking the truth.

The knowledge of both sides, time and again.
Repeating of patterns, understanding of zen.

The more that you know, the higher you go.
When all is in place your perception will grow.

Traveling by foot, many years spent alone.
Forgetting oneself is the shaman’s keystone.

Our Hero’s past life has been slowly washed away.
Unable to show faith, or be a part of the fray.

Growing in strength, she filled all with fear.
Repelling their lies, had her trust disappear.

All she struck down, had nowhere to hide.
Igniting her rage from the wrongs felt inside.

The Hero had learned, what the Shaman held dear.
People are afraid of those having no fear.

Be true to yourself wiping worries away.
Changing perceptions to find the middle way.

Light creates prisms, lost in your eyes.
Able to see through your well made disguise.

Careful thoughts bring many aspects alive.
Converging on times where we begin then to thrive.

Seeing all people connecting with me.
Showing the ways, in which to be free.

Use all your laughter and warmth felt inside.
releasing your shame and the pain that you hide.

Stop all the noise, as it clutters your mind.
With quiet comes peace, replacing energy in kind.

It never lasts long, before it starts up again.
Stop all engagement, to bring out your Zen.

Problems of people, you shouldn't have cared.
Focus on love so your friendship is spared

Some moments take long and some moments go fast.
Remaining inside you from first to the last.

Do not make waste of this time you posses.
Pinching and grinding your wealth to excess

Regretting your picks, is the price that you pay.
Unable to feel love or find the middle way.

If trapped in the reality that this false matrix shows.
Its grip on you loosens, as the light in you grows.

Deceptions more visible, seeing through lies.
showing how this world looks, without its disguise.

People make choices, some good, and some bad.
The ones that choose poorly, seen as making us mad.

Seeing each other, looking inside
Finally finding out, that there is no divide

Experience and connection, is the why that we’re here.
Finding service to others, is what need be held dear.

At dawn, it all started, tree to tree lickidy split.
Awakening to a squirrel’s perception, is today’s current bit.

Knowing which nuts to find by, the taste that’s in the air.
Up and down, running all around, without even a care.

Feeling direction into everything, connected to all I see.
Being attached to all of this, is what makes this squirrel free.

Time runs fast through this perception, stretching out my time.
Feeling no fear, doesn’t matter what happens, or how high that I climb.

Running on a program, that’s coded right to my strand.
Knowing just what I should do, takes place inside a gland.

The world seen through these eyes, playing squirrel for a day.
Gaining perceptions needed, to find the middle way.

Feathers and leaves dancing, wind in the sky.
Sparks reconnected, without even a try.

The moment you knew, is the moment I saw.
Creating together, without even a flaw.

Stronger and brighter, becoming so tight.
Faith in each other, without stirring a fight.

Our colors once separate, begin now to run.
Giving us depth, without weighing a ton.

Aligning ourselves, to be on God's path.
Achieving salvation, without any wrath.

Flashes of the man I once was, often come and go.
Unable to hang on to him, because of things I know.

Father, Brother, son and friend, is what I thought I'd be.
But we are all much more than that, I hope you soon will see.

The perceptions I've been granted, have shown me who I am.
The changes that this brought to me, has put me in a jam.

Now in between perceptions, is how I have to live.
Not able to stay in just one, the others will not give.

The reason that it's me this time, was never left to chance.
All these new perceptions work to strengthen up my stance.

Everything's connected by this wave that runs through all.
So open up your heart and feel God's love has come to call.

The story of Blobert J. Pumpkins, a bully from the time he was small.
Began with his first years of primary school upon noticing he was quite tall.

His classmates would always defer up to him, so he felt like the one that's in charge.
A decade of bullying began way back then and that sad little boy became large.

His mother had married a stupid loud man, young Blob saw him only as mean.
Nevertheless he turned into that guy that had left him when he was a teen.

High school Blob was more of the same, no one dared stand in his way.
If anyone rose with the courage to try, Blobert would then make them pay.

Finished with school and out in the world, our Blob found a great place to work.
But it didn't take coworkers much time to see that this rude selfish oaf was a ****.

Unable to make friends or stay in one place, always looking to upgrade his job.
From years that he drank, unclear memories remain as the only things left inside Blob.

Losing it all, time after time, never once seeing his part.
Picturing himself as the coolest of cats, while being a disgusting old ****.

As all of his classmates began to retire, Blob dropped from houses to cars.
He was trapped by his ego in a fantasy world at the same time he's ******* in jars.

The moral of the story is don't be a Blob, nobody liked him a bit.
No one had taught him the smart thing in life, is never to eat where you ****.

So he stumbles around, all over town, insulting the people he meets.
Clueless the way that he does everything, is the reason for all his defeats.