Reason

Wheel of life that cares for death

More than a moment cares for breath.

Creation of being that sees clarity

Before reason sees reality...

Structure that feels parallelism

In a world of realism...

Realism without reason,

Creation without creator.

And we say that we can see...

What is there is reality!

And we say that we can know...

What we know in certainty.

Is someone there that really know me?

Someone...

That feels my visions and be my dreams,

That sees my wonders and my own thunders,

That listen my own frequency and just dances,

That walks into my moment and nothing takes,

That touches my wounds and see my passions,

That tells my own secrets and create new ones,

That sits in my own flight and become roots,

That be with the be and see me...

Someone...

That dances with the beats of one heart,

And see more that an one reflection.

That forms his own creation,

And sculpture his own soul.

Someone...

That is me and you,

in the mold of see.

That became one

With just the one.

Someone...

some one

one.

The dark and the light...

The creation of illusion;

Were the light is dark and the dark is light,

When what is not enlighten is the one to see.

"That" needs enlightenment to see behind the light,

Into the four corners of the soul in darkness.

"Were" all moments are there to be in experience,

By the moments of eternal time...

Stillness from the frozen wind
Where the shadow have no name...

White dust born in memories
Where the magician is the frame...

Path marks from the soul
Where nobody is part of the game...

Forms of no existence
Where Tv is the only giver....

Snow into the soul
Where the ones are receiving...

Reality

Swimming in unknown waters it seems,

When the know becomes a memory,

And the experience the real mean.

Into the present the presence,

Into the dream the dreamer,

Into the reality the observer...

Into the now a thought.

A single thought of being,

A single creation of the creator.

That is more that just one definition...

Being the define a mere illusion

And you a divine creator.

Being a word a mere frequency

And you an entire reality.

Being a path a mere path

And you an infinity possibility.

Then dive into the unknown waters

And see your own meaning.

This is what...

They took our own
Poetry, music and dance.
The rituals, fire and trees..
Magic and our wildest being.


And they gave us...
Organized work, roads and fees.
Where we can be in peace
Having prisons in the place of trees.

What happened to the dream...
To feel and see!
In a world that just runs
Without being in here.

That is what you gave us?
Then I will step aside of liberty,
And recluse to this misery.

Panther Chant...

A look inside the eyes
Of an ancient God
And seeing a Black Cat
Teaching you to be true.
A Moon that shows you
A way of feeling...
Inside that strange being.

That is not a name,
Or even a dream...

Just a seeing behind the meaning,
A temple outside the knowing,
A sensing without an old concept...
Of something that has not being.

That is not a name,
Or even a dream...

A dance with the Gods
When spinning of joy,
Listening the chant
of thunder and honey
Showing me the way...
To that vast Milky place
Where the mind does not
Came with fake...

That is not a name,
Or even a dream...

Just a seeing behind the meaning,
A temple outside the knowing,
A sensing without an old concept...
Of something that has not being.