Eternal Life
Oh I guess you wanna know how Esse is derived from accidental modes
Every single thing is dependent on the soul
The mirror-like mind appears so it can go
And it can go
I don't care I'm going rogue and aligning with the process you may know it as the flow
It's a zone whereby paradoxes are the mode of washing all your problems in a solipsistic glow
A single blow
Time for solving the divine with spine tingling signs singing rhymes in the mind
But spinning kinds bind into time by design
I'm finding my lines I'm trying to die or dying to try to undermine my
Criteria for delirious attributions of self on merely this form
I'm clearly not arbitrarily not more
I know of the myriad forms: none or all
To be separate is absurd
The play of gods where doing is a happening
The dream is the dreamer's but the dreamers in the dream
I got to ween off of identity slowly
Dissolving into nothing is the highest form of floating
And a breeze is only noticed 'cause of coming and going
The ego feels constant
The wind is always blowing
So there isn't a concept of living life solely in the essence of thoughtless being unfolding
So you're simply not conscious that you can die slowly
Or drop in a moment to eternal life
Fuck it
Every single thing is dependent on the soul
The mirror-like mind appears so it can go
And it can go
I don't care I'm going rogue and aligning with the process you may know it as the flow
It's a zone whereby paradoxes are the mode of washing all your problems in a solipsistic glow
A single blow
Time for solving the divine with spine tingling signs singing rhymes in the mind
But spinning kinds bind into time by design
I'm finding my lines I'm trying to die or dying to try to undermine my
Criteria for delirious attributions of self on merely this form
I'm clearly not arbitrarily not more
I know of the myriad forms: none or all
To be separate is absurd
The play of gods where doing is a happening
The dream is the dreamer's but the dreamers in the dream
I got to ween off of identity slowly
Dissolving into nothing is the highest form of floating
And a breeze is only noticed 'cause of coming and going
The ego feels constant
The wind is always blowing
So there isn't a concept of living life solely in the essence of thoughtless being unfolding
So you're simply not conscious that you can die slowly
Or drop in a moment to eternal life
Fuck it
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Writer(s): Nathan Hutchinson
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