Whirling whorling devious detailing
Make up your own mind to the lighter/deeper meaning
Life just knows where it goes, never stopping
Dreaming
Technicolor striations running down these mountain walls observing clarion calls
Heart beat racing to a tune a million years old or young depending on the backspin of the sun
Time has no meaning in a galaxy far far away, not even close
Star Wars being history of a time long past not overdue
Galactic tides undulating and breathing, casting motions into dormant oceans
Oceans of new birthing being
Why the long face Obiwan? Your death not in vain it merely won the moment leading to the next phase
That of eternal spirals repeating
The fictionalized personifying the real lives not lies
Lost in spinning tales along side singing whales
Lose your mind to a finer time, a space of peace, love's heart and unity.
Blessed are the genuine feeling forth to the beat of a new drum
Dance barefoot by that fire and celebrate as the turn of a century dawns, the changing of a cosnsciousness