20 - Beyond Illusion

What is inside is real,
Communion with your self,
Let not you believe that what then's outside,
Should be placed on a shelf,

For there would be nothing if not outside,
It's how you see the world,
But that perception is rooted in you,
Though it can be wrinkled as its unfurled,

Use the steam of your heart to smooth it out,
Your soul's hands to raise it,
Survey the new frontier with your mind's eye,
How your spirit lays it,

It is all you,
You rear it from its birth,
Not from your beginning, in each moment,
From your own image your create this earth.

Fuck It

You don't need epiph'nies,
One day after the next,
To return to that place where you realized,
Reality's context,

That of a provider of stimulus,
That our body translates,
Providing the sights and sounds and feelings,
The mater'als we use to cogitate.

For sure it all needs to be clothed for sense,
So's to communicate,
But the point is to return to that place,
Where instincts are innate,

To guide your moves,
In this fucked up cosmos,
Then give it a rinse through your perspective,
So's to translate that for those you hold close.

Breeze Face

Is there any value,
When experiencing,
Without perception overlaying it,
Like list'ning to birds sing,

Or the sensation of wind 'gainst your face?
You feel it, so it's there,
But I challenge your mind to ask itself,
Are you just sensing yourself or the air?

Ain't the engine's roar a vibrating drum?
You're finding this banal,
The car's existence is not in question,
Nor is the ear canal,

What is the point,
Is not what's real'ty,
But knowing where you end and the world starts,
To understand where your control might be.