A Viewpoint

Out in a cruel world  ruled by brutal controls and wicked hearts  is there really a way out?  a way back home?  a way back into simplicity and peace?  the answer is always, an emphatic 'Yes'  there is a way out  and it's always within  ever-present, never changing  it's a way to who we are  a way out of all the madness  and back into our deeper selves  just be still and observe  let your turbulent mind calm down first  then feel the silent presence  lying in the background, your holy essence  reach out to it, without fear  cause it's the only 'thing' that can take you out of here  back to your home, where you belong  the space of awareness, your inner sanctum. 

Masked under the Bucket  covered in a mystery, from toe to head  there's an immortal artist  up on that stage  wailing away  sailing through  playing magical soundscapes  and creating oceans of greatness with unchained fury  and machine-like accuracy  Doesn't matter what name he goes by  cause his true identity will always lie  within his countless music  that are timeless and filled with magic  The human form will vanish in time   but the artist will remain alive  in his melancholic notes  and in all of his musical scores  Even after a thousand years  you can still find him  playing with his heart and fire   and creating dreamy electric elixir  cause true art symbolizes it's creator  and makes the artist live forever. 

The suffering we inflict on others  invariably comes back to torture us  cause we have forgotten what is true  it's that you are me and I am You Beyond the flesh, skin and the physical makeups  we are all waves and ripples  flowing in an eternal sea  where we aren't just the separate parts  but the ocean itself  temporarily taking forms of 'us'.