Stars in your eyesStar goes boom, then cools to a planet,
then life appears over billions of years,
like scenes in a play,
heartbeats from sunrays,
we're all integrated.
Still got to be inside the tree of life if we want to be free,
want to live authentically, its simplicity,
got to keep our Mother alive if we want to survive,
Washington PR is a science of lies,
imitation is just another form of suicide.
BeingI'm a transparent being in this world of jive,
alive in a ocean of death and beauty,
dark colors run through me,
as our world spins around light that bends.
Some drift away like smoke in the air,
never finding their place, just living in fear,
live authentically, sincerely.