As I witness the bliss of the rising sun I sit cross-legged... faded, contemplating the state of the planet, and how I seem to understand it: Love, loss, and life n death; in and out you fight for breath It came to mind, but just a second ago, or so in the absence of the temperature, the lack of light expenditure the time that I have spent with the... darkness, the night, the fright the heartless... the strife, the lonesome parts, its an art dancing with the devil, wishing for the sun to rise until you realize, that pain, too, yields a prize. The demons, they teachin us rhythm, and the night, it sharpens sight and the fears fangs, they fall out: all bark, no bite. Through the tears and desolation, Ive made it here, sitting, singing with the birds, Ive changed, its clear. Its strange, I figured with the absence of the sun Id suffer, but in the dark, what a man I have become! Rising up! The seed, it sees the skies, succeeding a life of darkness, beating and embracing the trials, the hardship - integrate it all through your being! What a gift, a privilege, a brand new way of seeing! I love the sunshiiiine, yes indeed! but consuming the moon, provides the tune its harmony with the Sacred Mothers recipe! Im blessed to be in a place where I can rest, and let my perspective breathe! --- I rise like the sun sometimes, but then I fall Like a black moon I rise, when the night calls When the night falls, the mic calls so listen Its the ultraviolet rays, that keep me risin on the mission I rise like the sun sometimes, but then I fall Like a black moon I rise, when the night calls When the night falls, the mic calls so listen Its the ultraviolet rays, that keep me risin on the mission
Posted on: Thu, 08 Jan 2015 23:47:12 +0000
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