pagan wholistic bhakti honesty i am the magic of the universe i am the rose hips of ath oaen i am the ever changing never settling night flight dreamer i am the healing wind that passes through dreams i am the sprouts which don't grow so tall yet i am the one who is you all these circles, the angels walked among the woods the deer folk laughed and called it good sky agreed, earth said ayoam ayoam lets dance, boats of leaves, bhangi bouncing the dryad's breathing kind spiders, weaving taos, in a circle by the danube i wonder how my soul flails in the tattered winds like a second spirit, suddenly you are there love is the calling of nonexistence nirvana sulos, my breath like something everyone lived in and no one owned the druid had our respect, we blazed then the ahimsa path in the village of nomarky, where in a dream ravers came, love to everything, mushrooms and decomposing living pentagrams the ice is no longer cold, and the glass flows but its not hot i look at you and everything i see is warm in a different way you're heart is a cabbage the soul never dies tao is afoot, and the universe rocks us, in the beats of the jungle, coming from the woods and under the rocks, the sidhe remember, conifer land, red haired and horned, the soma grows again, martin luther king jr and st patrick, and the magic of the fae, the rainbows pointing new way less way, at the end it all enters the sea i hug you we are energies, nothing is held but the love is so attached in us, we have transformed we are the living earth made ecstatic by your offerings, the divine wisdom breaking through disbelief which set us to sleep now we believe in every direction everything is good for you love the roads are cairns fading, we are small as the moon of the fractal cow singing on hills, caves and waters, caves with skies and clouds, caves within that great mountain tree, floating through infinity i love everything, the patched pirate flag of peace and love disintegrating into itself as the universe sighs in joy blessed be forever, all will know this joy, it will resound in every heart astrological miracle, the small ones spell, the lines arcing across the winkte far from misconception, the kale and the coyote friend we love everything, we dance, free from the sickness of pain, love, see each tree is a poem, which the lorax has written every closed eye is a temple open to the true sun within eternally one with the moon in the fractal healing wind though the ways of we bend, consciousness lives alive mystic, like a flying rock, how many in flight how many planets, come forth, i am nothing i am the candle burning away and yet i am cold i am water at peace with fire, i am memories at peace with the nomad amnesiac i am amnesia and i am most remembered the kundalini trees i am ugly but the deer taught me grace the wings are like winds on her feet is a face crazy hippies in rainbow alms unlanguaged, wandering wisdom no one ever felt a thing, how compassionate, our spirits in the world, our spirits met the world the chordians, the brema, kale wet in the summer heat from all over the world, i feel just right i love you the reflections, the rivers, strange living ghost rivers everywhere the trees took at night, dancing in the night that is day hold me close, and hold me away so when i come i'll be everywhere open how deep our love, yet i am nothing beyond death and beyond time, a messenger and yet not different, free love, the cattle moo, the moment sacred yomo in the woods, like the candle did they even make the marks, was there even left a spark like the freeing arc the circle in the dark where all the colors coalesce there were we are blessed black lights, flames of darkness, poetry from the tree dance magonel the universe magic, free from the ages the liberation of every ring, the beauty in every ugly thing his hair is a lair, the forest is in them we harm none, we speak every language we are the murmurs we are the ripples, we are the ophanim bow to nothing and everywhere taoist cloud, know me there scribble scrabble rave and prattle inspiration to her to whom the arrows are but blades of grass no sooner would she shoot them than uproot the loving kindness of the still-moving wood and the Dryad the one of the realm zen like the morning mushroom, storied in gypsism holds no stick, blossoms a laugh huuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu i am the sudden jump the world clashes i am the city in the forest i am the insane way, i am the ecstasy bursting out among the leaves who speak in the language of the sunflower rays our roots like tears of joy forever echoing into her who felt the emanation of our love so many orgies living forever i take long rests and then its new again who makes it so? its not my own plans, its the enthusiasm of life itself forever new, is he not life? is it not life? only the mind can die and become like the prismatic unbound clothes of the rainbow the mind is the clothing of the soul so i'm glad we can weave hemp is the universal psychedelic law of nature this is love what fit together became one there is no time but still we call it the ancient way like happy fools happy for now nom myoho renge kyo i like that you spilled you like that i spilled at least its something everyone eats nooutlinesnowhere
