The Human Potential

The Human Potential

Start by addressing, each human essential,

all of life's blessings, the physical, not mental.

The air that we breathe, the food that we eat,

the turf and the tree's, that provide this great feat.

The purified water, the shelter, the heat,

so much we have sought for, to evolve at our peak.

The idealic circumstances, the elements, the gases,

the 02 giving plants, and all this in its masses.

The perfect equilibrium, the structure, the beauty,

the colours, the shapes, that all live without duty.

The insects, the bee's, that allowed the fruition,

of the fruit giving tree's. So our genes could be written.

The acid, the alkaline, the carbon and base metals,

all unique conditions, so man kind could settle.

The day and the night, the dark and the light,

working like clockwork, so each step is weaved right.

The sun we have orbited, for millions of years,

and all for the fun of it, so me and you could appear.

That's not even to mention, the life forms before,

that enabled divine intervention, to soar.

The above occurred in silence, before word was spoken,

and before the concept, of science had woken.

Divinely weaved particles, flying through space,

we were part of it all, 'fore we tumbled from grace.

All of these many miracles, occurred without clocks,

coz the universe aint as cynical, as the likes of us lot.

No lab's were needed, no philosophy, no religion,

no laws and no poly-tics, no control, nout forbidden.

No research, no guru's. No teachers, no schools,

no rocket science, no tool box no tools.

No language, no method, no struggle,no thought,

no grades and no method, no meeting no talk.

No degree's and no searching, no dogma, no lies,

no factories, no workers, no war and no why's.

No money, no job's, no banks and no shops,

no civil rights, and no workers co-op's.

It all came together, by MAGIC, by fate,

then along came then human's, who thought they were great.

'WE built these colleges, WE wrote these books,

and WE are the only ones, who know how to cook.

We have the intelligence. We have the control,

we have the elegance, the artistry, the soul.

We can split atoms, and go to the moon,

it’s us and our actions, that composed this whole tune.

We water the flowers, we nurture the tree's.

'coz we have the power, of a master key.

We built the air crafts, we import food and clothes,

without all our input, the whole earth would implode.

We even make the planet, revolve round the sun,

we're wholesome, organic, whilst the cosmos is quite numb.

We control the weather, the climate the skies,
Between us together, is a culture so wise.

Before we existed, there was nothing but space,

no other intelligence, cane to pass, just our race.

Who wants a universe that amounts to a void??

This is the kind of hell hole, we aim to avoid.

We thrive on separation, substance and proof,

The sky we can't patent, so we stick to our roof.

We make guns, gather armies, and send soldiers to war,

It's clear that OTHER species are barmy FOR SURE.

What are they good for? Sh*tting in nature!

How boring, and how cool are we, with OUR data.

We analise everything, with our telescopic vision,

and if we can't see it, then it simply aint livin'.

We've dissected mammals, and named each and every organ,

but we don't give two camels, that somewhere we have fallen.

It's called anosognosia, we've even labeled the condition,

a disease where our deranged behavior is over-written.

A form of blindness, accompanied with lies,

deeds of unkindness, and a desperation uncried.

A disease that our mother, we'd hope could make better,

if it wasn't for the other hitch, she has an IDentical dilemma.

A hereditary condition, passed on in the womb,

an unfortunate glitch, like the fortress of doom.

'Coz on the one hand, we're majestical spirits,

on the other hand, we've gone WAY past our limit.

We're two different people, and one wont scrap the next,

it's called cerebral dominance, it's almost like a reflex.

You see, somewhere inside us, we're divinely in touch,

but something over-rides us, and we resent it so much.

You see any attempt, to survive becomes twisted,

with elaborate lies, and beliefs we are gifted.

Or how we're unfortunate, and how we've been wronged,

well you can see the irony, cause neither tales are wrong.

Yes, we've been wronged, and yes are clever,

potentially so, but there is however.

Rewind Selecta, let's go back to the start,

the subject matter here, is how can we be smart?

Intelligent and spiritual, knowing and wise,

way up at our pinnacle. But missing the 'I'?

The I as go ego, that thinks that it's us,

rather than the free flow, cosmic star dust.

The star dust that existed, BEFORE we arrived,

on this piece of mystical, blue-green rock in the sky.

We think we're all mighty, but let's establish quite clear,

before ANY of our societies, was a womb-like atmosphere.

The very thing that allowed us, the gift of human life,

we've raped rather than reaped, like an abused, beaten wife.

So WHO is the saviour? US and OUR tools,

and depraved behavior, or have we simply been fools?

'Coz although it's unpleasant, for our ego's to see,

THE INTELLIGENCE WAS PRESENT, BEFORE WE CAME TO BE.

THIS is the paradox, but it can't get us down,

coz the truth also rocks, on the PHYSICAL ground.

So what IS our potential, I hear you all cry,

in this tempory temple, that's destined to die?

What are the vitals, and what could we drop,

to hold to our title, and stay at the tree top?

To be kings of the jungle, and queens of the rein,

to re-hab from the jungle, and get ahead of the game?

Well, imagine fresh water, straight from the spring,

our sons and our daughters, nurtured under our wing.

The fruits or the forest, organic and living,

no cash go our wallet 'coz it's all freely given.

Visualise this picture, where each child is blessed,

with the sacred elixir, from his own mothers breast.

The air rich is oxygen, each breath lasts a life-time,

your heart chakra open, so nothing can frighten.

Wide eyed bright and early, coz you're deeply spell bound,

yet you're magnified firmly, with your feet on the ground.

Beautiful visuals, and surrounded by green,

Feelings residual, more profound than a dream.

The sound of sweet music, yet there are no harps,

'coz the rhythm is fueled, by the beat of our hearts.

The jungle like a sauna, so warm and inviting,

that each second you're born, into instant delightin'

The sound of fresh water, the songs of the birds,

our sons and our daughters, knowing nothing of words.

Our skin gently breathing, exposed to the air,

and the web of life weaving, something special, something rare.

Edible flowers, and delicate vibrations,

that you truly devour, with endless appreciation.

And the scent of the forest. Sends you almost to tears,

as the flora of the tropics, fills the whole atmosphere.

No teachers, no students, no rules and no can't,

just free-flowing movements, like each pace is a dance.

Viewing the night sky, puts it all go perspective,

places you go your right mind, hence your conscience collective.

Human touch deeply healing, putting us go the zone,

and it's purely about feelings, beyond flesh, beyond bone.

Nothing straight, nothing square, nothing filled with cheap fillin',

the electron rich air, sends your head truly spinnin'.

Lashings of minerals, make up your whole body,

yet your possessions are minimal, so there's space for the Godly.

A chemical factory, or endogenous drugs,

fill you to the max, with euphoric love.

See our food is our medicine, and our medicine is our staple,

no substance unnecessary, need come close to our navel.

Man and woman in union, 'coz they want the same thing,

total DIS-illusion, for their future off spring.

All that you know, are your immediate senses,
so your aura glows, no reserves, no pretenses.

Sixth sense fully functional, a deep inner knowing,

and all untruths debunk, as you're rhythmically flowin'.

Your physical existence, reveals alone,

more than the gist, of life's secrets in stow.

Mathematics perceived, go a spiritual context,

the duality, the unity, no delusional wrong text.

No books, no recordings, and no holding back,

no grasping, no hoarding, because life is an act.

No replacements, no subs, no needless liaisons,

and beauty and love, are the only equations.

A new means of talking, a divine communication,

body language, and walking, towards perfect creations.

Electro-magnetic energy, rises up through your feet,

so our kundalini, towers up to it's peak.

Our entire environment, is positively charged,

no fighting, no violence, 'cause our perception's so large.

Each moment's an orgasm, with the cosmos it's self,

Feels like you're Aladdin, with no carpet, just health.

Alkaline foods, build our alkaline vehicles,

so each moment, each day, moods are anything but fearful.

Tears me joyousness, that render no description,

all things at their finest, no mind benders, no fiction.

'Coz what you see, hear, feel smell and taste,

whatever appears, is so warmly embraced.

No Imagination, no thoughts of tomorrow,

no appointments, no waiting, no tears and no sorrow.

Acute sensitivity, that words can't describe,

'coz spiritually, physically, in every way you're alive.

Not unlike a plant, whom roots and keeps growing,

no tales of 'I can't', without pause, reaping/sowing.

You can only thank the skies, for this incomprehendable existence,

give it back with no ties, no will power, no persistence.

It's when we realise, that we're not in control,

that the earth and the skies, unify mind and soul.

It's almost as if, we're all puppets of God,

designed to feel bliss, if we wake up from our nod.

Designed to see beauty, within chaos and order,

eternally newbie’s, lovin' physical borders.

'Coz the physical's the prison, yet it's the lock and the key,

to how we can be livin', and lovin' for free.

There's only one 'commandment', and that's don't fall asleep,

and the PHYSICAL demands, then life's mystical, deep.

The air and the earth, the fire, the water,

sent wondrous bursts, down our spine like they ought’a.

And we are what we eat, and the food makes us able,

to tap into the mystique, with no stories, no fables.

No conflicting desires, no conscience divided,

just a soul that's no fire, where you can't close your eyelids.

Essential fatty acids, go such delicate chains,

are part of a catalyst, to build savant-style brains.

Without interception, when we remember earth mother,

once more, our perception can restore full range colour.

No cause to think, about nothing no more,

ruled by our instincts, which are inherently in store.

DMT pumpin, through our blood, from our glands,

tells us that some things, our mind cannot understand.

No papers to sign, and no chores that are borin',

just nutrition that's designed, to take our consciousness soarin'.

Like vitamin c, protecting our cerebro,

and meeting our needs, only job left's to let go.

No appointments, no meetings, nothin' driving you crazy,

just fruit eating, excreetin', makin' love, makin' babies.

Does that sound too simple? Too animalistic?

What, not enough worry wrinkles, logic and linguistics?

Not enough calculations, and stress in the office?

Just a deep fascination, with the life go the forest?

OK, in that case, why not instead,

50 weeks go the rat race, and two weeks on sun beds!

Every amino, undamaged by fire,

a superior genome, can't be staged or re-wired.

Take trippy tryptophan, for an example,

our pineal gland's crippled, if it don't flow in ample.

See, our body's our mind, and like-wise, visa-versa,

each sensation's a sign, that sooo needs to be nurtured.

Our endocrine system, has specific requirements,

not possible to list 'em all, with the most up-to-date science.

We didn't know that iron, takes O2 round the blood,

yet somehow without trying, it was delivered with love.

 No degrees and no medicine, no peep's in white coats,

no light bulbs, no Edison, and yet iodine reached our throat.

There was no understanding, of the depths of nutrition,

yet somehow without manning, the whole show, we would glisten.

So search far and yonder, but what we will see,

is the truth is beyond, folks like you and like me.

We can't understand it, in our logical heads,

but we can be mystified, by the way that it threads.

So be analytical, if you care to, or instead,

see that it's one big wide mystical, intricately weaved web.

The human potential, is no human invention,

the Human potential, is beyond human comprehension!