Manic Movement - Oracle lyrics

Let me be carried away Let my self give in to a vivid hieroglyphic dream Figures dancing and giving praise to life and it’s seed… (is all that you need) And the colors are meaning They’re ready to go Fueling the poet’s engines Contributing to a flow Of ma**mind directioning Towards the infinite point The chanting grows louder, out of innumerable mouths Visual sound spinning us away Towards the epicentre positioned in eternity A spheric conclusion were we would find We had always been reflections of our future mind As if unfolding from outside the space-time continuum she came Consisting of ritualistic patterns of love and sufferin’ And she held absurd meaning And urged us to go So we poet’s fueled our engines Evoking syntactical flow On which we sped forward As she led the way Outside the parameters our imagination had yet conceived Visual sound spinning us away Towards the epicentre positioned in eternity A spheric conclusion were we would find We had always been reflections of our future mind As if unfolding from outside the space-time continuum she came Consisting of ritualistic patterns of love and sufferin’ And spoke : This is the garden where everything exists at once Every idea that ever could be, has it’s place here, it’s own reverie History is an organism that pulls it’s beginning towards it’s end To complete the cycle, to start again Your race is near completion, all you have to do is Find your essence in my garden and plant the seed anew Like a madman I began running Through topologies so beautiful and absurd That with every exotic apperation I thought my mind would surely burst A tantric dance Of soft coloured feminine forms Pools of obscene blackness Under surface demons cum Alien symbolon rising Out of gaping holes Conciousness in one hand, sanity in the other, I finally could spot… A cross-legged figure sitting beside a stream of thought A sadhu, long hair hanging in the river, absorbing it’s wisdom as food Trembeling I walk towards this familiar place in uhr-mother’s magnificent womb And fulfill karma, a new beginning of time… All this time I thought to be prisoner of post human grace While in reality I was the vital epilogue of my human race I am my own beginning, my own end – We are our own beginning, our own end Into a myriad fertile tears I shall be spend (transcend) There is crystalized omniscience in the end…