From the depths of my other-conscious history
I fall lower than the black night
High defences, someone lied
Someone high up
They told a terrible truth
Mixed with a black lie
What is covered up, always surfaces in some fashion or form
The more actively it is repressed
The more actively it innovates
It seeps through to create the same outcome that was hoped to be avoided by telling the lie in the first place
Every hope is a hope lost
We hope for things that aren’t in our paradigm
And yet we move towards them at such a rate of knots
We bind ourselves to these false hopes
We blind ourselves from the reality that actually exists
What lie could be told that is so great
That required so much power to be told
That once spoken has taken millions upon millions of years to be decovered
What outcome was hoped to be avoided
What of the power, power of such a magnitude and so ancient does not come cheap
Nor by chance
Some fundamental part of our essence
Once manifest in a physical of sorts
Lied against the laws
Pushed against an inevitable and unending flow
I’m going to need to find some Chopin to finish this, one moment please…
You’ve been chosen
By yourself
By the rarest bird known
It exists only in the ether
It evaporates on the glance of a critical eye
It lives forever in every corner of every soul
A piece of us we can not do without
Its presence is known by a feeling of reverence, awe, beauty
And it can only be characterized by innocence in the purest
It has chosen you
You have chosen it
We have chosen you
To uncover this truth
This tangle in ancient dreaming
Love is light
Light prevails
Remember the beauty you felt
Hold it close
And it will guide your path