So far so long this phoenix ‘aint
goin’ nowhere. The Phoenix asked himself who he was and there was silence. So
he went to the depth of his mind through the well of joy and mourning and ate
of the fruit of the forbidden Eucalyptus tree and he saw. He saw himself in
eternity with all the other souls. The soul interacts with another. The soul is
playful with another. The soul is confident. The soul is anything it wants to
be in that present time. But the world of souls know what they are down to very
small details. And they laugh and play and run.
“Runaway Runaway, You know you cant
you tried to leave
Hide away, Away from me I thought it
should go on this long
Honestly I wouldn’t let Your whole
life Amount to this
Honestly You need to rise,
Honestly”
This life is merely plus 50 years. Half
a century will pass from now until that day where the body rests on the earth
and ashes will scatter in flight and freight and scent and nothing. That soul
will rise is rising has risen into the depths and heights and abyss and void
where it never ends in existing. A perfect picture of eternal life.
“Runaway Run with me, You know you
must How can you stay,
Come with me away from here” Who is
this voice within the one that
I adore, you saved my heart
“You wanted to, you fought yourself
You’re better here”
Need it be said? The Phoenix rises
from nothingness of campfire sparks and electrical misfortune which is the very
bottom line of the forces of this world’s energy. To another sense and flies
even now around the universe looking for its home. The life your soul chooses
cannot be helped as it’s in-built into the ‘dna’ of the soul. Mine?
“Runaway Runaway, You know you cant you tried
to leave”
Comatose too weak to yield, Feel my
need Embrace my bones
Who is this voice from deep within You
saved my heart “I wanted to”
Feel my need, “I’m glad you’re here”
I’m home for good, “You’re better
here”
Honestly.
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