∆ Neural Alchemist | Self-mythologist ∆
I saw a monarch butterfly today
the second one I’ve seen all summer.
She met me in broad daylight,
amid a treacherous slumber.
Told me to listen. Just listen.
What you need lives in the air.
To float like me is to be far and near.
I remember you, I say.
You remember me? she asks
from long and long ago.
She offered me pine and mulberries
to savor in my dreams.
My heart was seen.
by the door of the music room
what does one do
when sound hums like prophecy
to the rhythm of one’s soul
spoiling all the way home
anointed with myrrh
a finger on the temple
what does one do
by the door of the music room
my heart is tired
she wants to go home
i tried to build her one
but they’re all too small
she never fit
Hold my love when I go
Sing him tunes of eternity when I go
Heal him tightly when I go
Bless him while rising when I go
Sow him with peace when I go
Promise new lovers who dance till full
Does it exist I wouldn’t know
What feels real is felt low I am told
Hold my love when I go
Help me see the truth
Honorable truth
Svāhā!
Help me find clouds comfort
rain forest peace and spring stability
Svāhā!
Help me become my true self; honor my Ori
Svāhā!
Help me learn my lesson the first time I am stung and broken
Never look back and never think twice unless you can feel the moons rejoicing
Svāhā!
Help me remain confidently strong and stronger as obstacles match success
Life is scary but I am a vulture
Svāhā!
Help me release my anger as sun passion alchemizing the rays and pains
Svāhā!
Help me mend my heart don’t let me fall apart
even if Im begging
Svāhā
I see you everyday
How blessed are you
I’ve been preparing
Breaking a sweat
I’ve been waiting many lives
So I’ll be ready this time
Freegrandmaa 