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Mellow

I can’t see what’s behind this mystery

and who’s the one who’s put down the seed in me

in my heart it tingles so uneasily

like a cocoon waiting for the renewed me to come

 

how long until it’s free once and for all I plea

for it to get through right filling every cell with light

how many tears need to be shed for the mythic wings to spread

how many times do I need to break my nose

before I know, before I really know

 

mellow, mellow, mellow for me it’s sacred, hallowed

this mellow, mellow, mellow

for me it’s sacred, for me it’s hallowed

stemming from me to ashes burnt

this is my mellow

 

when the eggshell bursts and the phoenix flies

nowhere, everywhere up above the sky

leaving pain below slowly heading home

where it  used to die for me so willingly

 

to let me see what’s behind this mystery

and to let me know this inner peace that grows

right here inside of me

waiting for the burden to let go

 

mellow, mellow, mellow for me it’s sacred, hallowed

this mellow, mellow, mellow

for me it’s sacred, for me it’s hallowed

better than all the drugs I’ve tried

this is my mellow…

 

…which makes me grow the wings and fly high

to the place where I was born to die no more

to live on in the form of the Divine Eye

through which One can see

Mellow

Poet Dead

I never heard a poet dead

reciting to me his poetry immortal

just the wings in the void teasingly flickering

to the rhythm of the melody unheard before

 

before that happened, I didn’t know

how deep inward one may go

everything changed afterwards

when I looked at myself from above

 

without a clue yet deep I knew

what the sages meant by Truth

when instead of me there was

just Love which later got me

 

standing on a meadow still and nothing more

where sunflowers grow uphill where I saw him

drunkenly in Love

poet dead with the wings apart

throwing up the sea of gold

in which I disappeared clearly

 

I hear them flickering, I hear them cry

the wings apart calling upon me to be

 

once and for all free

from the painful me

God please clear the way for Love

which is all I need to be

and hit me with Thy Mercy dead

like you did with the poet standing still

 

uphill

watching over me

I never heard him say a word

just saw him there

where one day I will fly

to rest in peace with him

and the other poets

Poet Dead

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