I let, I let the moon in my heart to ventilate
But embryonic wisdom where I get carried away
I live in fame, I turn the key, open the door
Beyond this field that has my home
Because the moon's inside my heart
I hold, I hold the sun in my head, cause self contain
A cut comes out to somewhere, protections just a waste
I can be blamed, and gentle rains, so bounty chills
the other states, I let them chew, for the sun's in my head
Fair warning the same, blood in the sand.
I want you insane.
Spoken Alan Watts
So far so good. But the truth is funnier than that.
It is that you are looking right at the brilliant light now,
that the experience you are having that you call ordinary everyday
consciousness, pretending you're not it.
That experience is exactly the same thing as it.
There's no difference at all.
Back To The Song
The black hole you, to how you feel
I but compress is how to fear
Fairwell, one in the same, we're one in the same.