Consciousness Shifting

Consciousness Shifting

A love so strong that your head is in a whirl,

'cause you feel so fond of this beautiful world.

How to express such feelings, limited by words,

your consciousness like Jesus, heightened like a bird.

Like a near death experience, you will never be the same,

a psyche free of fear, and nobody to blame.

Whilst endless hearts are starving, in many many ways,

yet somehow into the bargain, your heart has gone ablaze.

Your soul has set on fire, to make up for the rest,

who've lost mystic desires, found 'alive' in a state of death.

We're frightened of each other, 'cause we're frightened of ourselves,

& frightened of our own power, & we don't want no one to tell.

We don't wanna be no Guru, 'cause that is what it takes,

to live completely true you would stand out, there's no mistake.

No mistake, no doubt, to be ego less is a chore,

'cause ego's always shouting & must be all times ignored.

This is human psychosis, like a bad trip of L.S.D,

we wanna be unnoticed, while we're shouting look at me.

Up and down like a yo yo, you rise and then you fall,

you yes and then you no no, you laugh and then you bawl.

That's why it''s sometimes easier to be the average Jo,

'cause then you're less of either, cosmic conscience & ego.

Many become lefties, and can see no in between,

like the limpest lettuce, that thinks it's super green.

It's true we have forgotten, who we really are.

The lettuce almost rotten & our brain tissue is scarred.

You see we are connected when we delve deeply inside,

yet we have to be selective, or we get taken for a ride.

All people are autistic, and the system is designed,

to trample on the mystics, & leave us semi blind.

The human race is hurting, it's hard not to feel the pain,

and we are all soul searching, with a fragment of our brains.

They call it consciousness shifting, & it takes a lot of skill,

spiritually lifting, of our own free will.

Feels like we're super sonic, but only in a dream.

Life is so ironic, life isn't what it seems.

So we sit on top of mountains, 'cause we feel better off alone,

suddenly we're sprouting, neuro paths to take us home.

It seems we must be shaman, to venture back to grace,

'cause it was long before the caveman, we experienced one face.

Infinite are the pathways, but not all roads will lead to Rome,

24 hour parties, when you step into the zone.