ONE

FORSAKE THE LIMIT

THE BOTTLE

THE CONTAINER

ANYTHING THAT SEPARATES ME FROM ME

DON’T LIKE, WOULD NOT ACCEPT, THE LAW, THE WAR, THE PAIN, THE DUALITY HERE,

LET BE LIKE IN MY DREAM WHERE I DROP IN THE PURE BRIGHT LIGHT OF MY FANTASY BLISS

WHERE MY PERFECTION OF THE PRESENCE OF THEE CAME TO BE

OH WELL, HERE, NO FORM, NOTHING HERE

A REFLECTION OF NOTHING

A SHADOW OF NONE

NOT THE LUMINOUS, NOR THE OBSCURE,

NOTHING ABSOLUTELY NOTHING TO LOVE

A BUZZ WITH NO MEANS OF DECODING

NO INSTRUMENTS TO PLAY

NO EARS TO HEAR

NO WAVES TO RIDE

NO TREE TO HIDE

ONLY THE SOUND

AWAKENING THE LIMITED FORM WITHIN ME AND ALL AROUND ME

I AM THAT I AM

THE WHITE

THE BLACK

AND EVERYTHING IN BETWEEN

I AM YOUR CONCEPT OF LOVE AND INCOMPREHENSIBLE ORIGINAL ESSENCE WHERE YOU COME FROM, WHERE YOU TRAVEL AND WHERE YOU GO

I AM THE BLISS, THE CHEAT, JOY, SORROW, PEACE, DESPAIR AND ALSO DECEIT.

I AM THE ABLE, THE DISABLED,

THE VICTIM, THE PERPETRATOR

THE ILLNESS

THE CURE

TIME, SPACE AND ALL OVER AGAIN

AND AGAIN

AND AGAIN

I AM BEYOND THE VESSEL

BEYOND ANY GLORIFIED CONCEPTS OF MYSTICS POPES AND POETS

SO BREATHE ME BACK THROUGH YOU, INTO ME, IN AND OUT WITH EVERY BEAT.