The Lotus

Don't you ever get
The feeling of finding something
You didn't know that you had lost?
Something
That gives you peace of mind
That you keep close at any cost

That will make you feel the horizontal
And live in vertical ways
To me it is often a piece of some rhythmical phrase

Whatever it is
It will set you free
And let the worn out pieces of your memory
Turn into pictures of quiet beauty
At least it works for me

Pictures like
A lotus that slowly unfolds
And morning light
On silent railroads

Yes, yes, one two, yo, one two, yo

Feel it every day during morning meditation
Waking up for the third time today
Taking my place amongst the cherry tree blossoms
Sipping upon the nectar of life through the straw
Insight feel the light through a prismic refraction kaleidoscopic visions
Givin' life by your dream over fiber-optic rhythm
Propelling itself through the eather
Keep a lunch box filled to the brim with raw soul and some sun spots
Some lost it before they knew they had it in the first place
Worst-case scenarios the Earth takes
But then they cheer up abuse from us so who to trust?
Up the emerald sea and the sensi'
Empty conversations by the moonlight soon might lead us to a place of mind frame that is beyond plain ego perpetuation
Keeping a specter changing dreams in the world where wicked must reign supreme
On the scene lean on the glean find a path that bursts through the seams and the creed that rules everything around us
Love must prevail
And every moment is a holy grail

Whatever it is
It will set you free
And let the worn out pieces of your memory (bam bam)
Turn in to pictures of quiet beauty
At least it works for me

Yeah
And yo, whatever it is don't let it get out of touch
When a family peers, two kids with true love
You must take the time to appreciate
The world wonders of paint when the pieces spray
Believe in great powers of creativity
And nature's way sun rays on a river see
All emotions a'-sinkin'-an'-a'-flotin' constantly open to all this life's potion
Know enough and the more that you find out mind drought had to form a dead end 'cause the sun's down
It's time now to cherish the small matters and not chit-chatter away like the mad hatter
Because we're all stuck in wonderland
Offices, longer zen, rocks come and tumbling
You want a hand in the best fitting glove
Because the life's too short to let the stress eat you up