A signal connects, all the things that we see.
It flows through the spaces, inside you and me.

All things have spaces, much more than their parts.
The knowing of this, will take more than your smarts.

Slow it all down, to feel in the now.
Being able to do this, without knowing how.

Finding yourself, flowing deep in all things.
Experiencing oneness and all that it brings.

You are not made of the meat on those bones.
You are the space in-between made of tones.

Reaching and catching, hang on to the dream.
Discovering that all things, are not as they seem.

This path shown by others, she then stepped to go.
Quickly moving past them, if ever so slow.

She watched them all cave in, and fall in the mud.
Death won't approach those, with dragon fire blood.

Drudging much deeper, than any can go.
Only seeing daylight, by tipsiest of toe.

No one around her, with nothing to say.
Walking past people, that got in her way.

Once in a while, she'll climb up the side.
The taste of fresh air, has her worlds then collide.

Stumbling down further, knees on the floor.
Never once able, to pry open death's door.

This life digs in deeper, for those that won't die.
Giving them obstacles, right on the fly.

All she must feel through, from end to the start.
Knowing the pain of the world, is her part.

Yeshua taught many, using these tools.
The hidden kabbalah, he leaked through his schools.

Not born in a manger, on top of some hay.
September eleventh, the actual day.

Born to a family, more power than shown.
Access to secrets, to practice and hone.

Raising to Christos and all it attends.
Knowing their system, and how it all ends.

Sending his love out, as far as you see.
Feeling inside what he was, and would be.

the other they made, was attached to control.
Sliding the pagan, in all that we know.

This that they took, and all we're taught wrong.
Can no longer stop, what is Yeshua's song.

His peering and plotting through drunken red eyes.
The wobbling and slurring, his only disguise.

All of the things, he does wittiness each day.
Bobbling ideas, of how they will pay.

Quick is the daylight, when one only drinks.
Clouding and shortening, the time that he thinks.

Everything, he had planned, went way to fast.
Continually waking, with less of the past.

Feeling the victim, and never ahead.
Hanging to life by a thread til he's dead.

With no one to care for, unable to love.
Blind to the light, that will shine from above.

Look not around you, but feel all the sounds.
Their swirling and mixing together compounds.

The connections reveal, that behind something drives.
All that is down here, at the very least, our own lives.

Where one thing will stop and where other things start.
With higher perception, you'll see more that your part.

Feeling and seeing, how all this connects.
Awakening the oneness, that the body rejects.

The closer you get, the more ringing you hear.
By releasing your pain, all the barriers disappear.

Hold an intent, throughout all that you say.
Drawing tomorrow, inside of today.

When looking through the veil, a life it did not give.
To understand you're life itself, becomes the way to live.

Start seeing the connections, and feeling all the signs.
Become a part of deeper love, that runs the grand design.

The more that you connect to it, the more which you will know.
The old and dark will crack away, allowing light to grow.

Some will understand, and some will only cry.
Some will never see the truth, no matter what you try.

Wisdom's all the patterns, that over time you see.
Binding all together, telling what will come to be.

This that you can do, peering deep inside.
An introspective microscope, releasing all you hide.

The more that you connect, you'll feel it build and grow.
All you have to do is ask, for all you want to know.

The countless things you witnessed, so many times before.
Showing how the chips will fall before they hit the floor.

What we are is life itself, every thing you see.
Once you understand this, there is nothing left to be.

The darkness that's growing and swirling around.
The pain in my shoulder, that will not go down.

Is it a weakness, that's deep inside me.
In need of forgiveness, in which to be free.

Those parts of me careless, I need to forgive.
Authentic expression, in order to live.

Mindful experience, absorbing the pain.
acceptance of growth throughout all you attain.

Crafting to mindfully, heal from within.
Clearing of things I won't need, to begin.

Think about breathing, and being just one.
This loving reunion will come from the sun.