Zion I Eye Am Da I

I believe [4x]
No matter what you do
I believe [4x]
It will all come back to you

Stand up and find your own way
Or sit down and wait for your turn
Follow your vision blindly
Or just become the vision of someone

Remove the shackles right now
You never really fit into ‘em at all
Or keep running with that metal
On your feet until you fall

Everything that you say
Become the things that you do
Remember what you put out there is building you
Remember everything is everything

I believe [4x]
No matter what you do
I believe [4x]
It will all come back to you

I kinda been struggling
The fire on my tongue’s been challenging
But even the wise ones be stumbling
So pick your heart up here and walk tall

Bright- eyed deliverance
Everything you say’s significant
So speak your truth, be spirited
You’re beautiful and bold, so carry on

Everything that you say
Become the things that you do
Remember what you put out there is building you
Remember everything is everything

Everything is everything, every single day
Remember this in everything you do everything you say
In everything you eat and all the people that you meet
There is life, there is light, that’s reflected back on me

I believe [4x]
No matter what you do
I believe [4x]
It will all come back to you

Turn your speakers down
And listen to the silence down below
That’s the messenger
And that’s the only one that really knows

Turn my music down
‘Cause it’s your turn now
Well it’s your turn now
Oh it’s you turn right now

Remember all that you say
It becomes all that you do
Everything that you put out there is building you up
Or it’s breaking you down to the ground
Well it’s your choice now
Yeah it’s your voice now
It’s that same sound

Everything that you say
Become the things that you do
Remember what you put out there is building you
Remember everything is everything

 

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Lol, my bike just fell apart on the way to work. Handlebars popped off and the front wheel disconnected, I somehow stayed on my feet but got rammed really hard in the groin by my bike. My penis is scraped hahahha.

Talk about getting what you deserve. Misuse of my penis has been repaid....

 

Another possible title for this thread could have been 'Slaying The Heinous Life Destroying Kraken With Magick While Restoring The Inherently Pure Childlike Wisdom Mind'.

 

Holy shit I am actually forcing myself to watch Care Bears. Recovery can be tough stuff sometimes

 

My groin is feeling better. I also bruised my heel in the ordeal and was still limping a bit at work. Ah well another debt paid for past wrongdoings

 

A poem titled Sweet Dreams My Children

May the succubi leave you alone at night my children

And your dreams be dry, sweet, and merry

Think pure thoughts during the day and they may stay away

When the sun doth set in the bay

 

Well the bros at the cycle shop said I am extremely lucky. They said they have never seen anything like this before. My handlebar stem snapped clean in half, and the bike is not even 2 years old (Fuji road bike). Talk about a freaky accident.

I am feeling cleansed after that Care Bears video yesterday. More sensitive to the darkness and negative crap emanating from some people, for better or worse.



Meditation, compassion, and self cultivation are where my focus should be.

Dos Pony eps in uno vídeo from the gnarly bro Rainbow Brony's channel,



I don't really use words like gnarly and bro offline. I'm quite yuppie actually (not my fault I was born into it).

Nor am I a brony or do I normally watch this stuff. But hey, there is a lesson to be learned in all things.

 

My threads and posts probably piss off and repel alot of peeps, much gratitude if they put a smile on your face though. Or maybe I'm viewed as some stupid whacko.

That is fine by me if you don't like me, I ain't here to be popular or liked by people, I'm only here to connect with like minded peeps and spread and receive love and support. I only have loving intentions. Stay true to your own appeal

 

'In Heaven a spirit doth dwell
“Whose heart-strings are a lute”;
None sing so wildly well
As the angel Israfel,
And the giddy stars (so legends tell),
Ceasing their hymns, attend the spell
Of his voice, all mute.

Tottering above
In her highest noon,
The enamoured moon
Blushes with love,
While, to listen, the red levin
(With the rapid Pleiads, even,
Which were seven,)
Pauses in Heaven.

And they say (the starry choir
And the other listening things)
That Israfeli’s fire
Is owing to that lyre
By which he sits and sings—
The trembling living wire
Of those unusual strings.

But the skies that angel trod,
Where deep thoughts are a duty,
Where Love’s a grown-up God,
Where the Houri glances are
Imbued with all the beauty
Which we worship in a star.

Therefore, thou art not wrong,
Israfeli, who despisest
An unimpassioned song;
To thee the laurels belong,
Best bard, because the wisest!
Merrily live, and long!

The ecstasies above
With thy burning measures suit—
Thy grief, thy joy, thy hate, thy love,
With the fervour of thy lute—
Well may the stars be mute!

Yes, Heaven is thine; but this
Is a world of sweets and sours;
Our flowers are merely—flowers,
And the shadow of thy perfect bliss
Is the sunshine of ours.

If I could dwell
Where Israfel
Hath dwelt, and he where I,
He might not sing so wildly well
A mortal melody,
While a bolder note than this might swell
From my lyre within the sky.'

 

'How sweet it were, if without feeble fright,
Or dying of the dreadful beauteous sight,
An angel came to us, and we could bear
To see him issue from the silent air
At evening in our room, and bend on ours
His divine eyes, and bring us from his bowers
News of dear friends, and children who have never
Been dead indeed,--as we shall know forever.
Alas! we think not what we daily see
About our hearths,--angels that are to be,
Or may be if they will, and we prepare
Their souls and ours to meet in happy air;--
A child, a friend, a wife whose soft heart sings
In unison with ours, breeding its future wings.'

 

'Everything is born from this moment where the dance of change happens. The dancers are creation and destruction. The old dies as the new is born, over and over again in this eternal recurrence of now. We call it change. We live in a world that has confused the branches for the root. Many have forgotten that all the branches are connected and share the same root. Let us forget no more, let us remember, and let us remind each other if we do forget. All is one in this magic moment'

The end.



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