The Internal World

The Internal World

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The internal world is a mystical place,

where you can dispel anything out of place.

By observing the energy that molds your life taste,

and disarming the enemy, your own second face.

Through deep meditation and discerning the balance,

as the corpus callosum returns innate talents.

Shifting the dominance is the name of the game,

& allowing divinity to come back again.

Hands on, all manual, rediscovering your vows,

not unlike an animal whom only knows now.

It's nout about choice and its nout about order,

its about hearing that voice that speaks silently for ya.

The Universe, the Cosmos, contained in one breath,

you feel like you've conquered all anticipations of death.

'Cause you're physically present, you're inside your body,

you're part of the elements, and everything's Godly.

It's nothing, it's everything, it's a whole new dimension,

it's bitter sweet medicine, it is pure intention.

Everything you've longed for, your childhood dreams,

momentarily assured as you wipe the slate clean.

Clearing mental mucus is your job on this rock,

all visions of future autonomously knock.

Every questions an insight, every doubt there is truth,

the dark and the light have their purpose, their use.

Step out of the zoo and the wilderness appears,

its everything you knew but not in an idea.

You're vulnerable, its scary, drums perpetually rolling,

but combined earth & airiness lets you  surrender controlling.

'Cause you know your mere particles, & ur not to blame,

and the genuine article is nor fluid nor ingrained.

You witness the chatter, you know its insane,

and that we experience matter via a part of our brain.

You see the catastrophe in front of your eyes,

then somehow majestically, Eden conscience gives rise.