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The Lily is Lucid
03:57
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Out of the mystery,
this is how it begins.
Using my senses
and using my supersenses,
I know you would illuminate us,
Changing Angel of Tomorrow,
Oh, if you could…
“Gimme a minute, I’m just about to get real…”
Invisible voices whisper in the field,
my ears are as big as satellites.
I call you now, guide me back to One Mind!
I know you would illuminate us,
Changing Angel of Tomorrow,
oh, if you could… if you could…
“…if you could gimme a minute,
I’m just about to behave!”
The light is glowing,
the bell’s been rung.
The lily is lucid
on the crocodile tongue!
“Gimme a minute,
I’m just about to behave!”
I’ve laid out flowers
and blessed this room
and called upon
the one you want to be…
“You might have thought you had the key.
You’d be right if you could see
the symbols of your own nature
glowing in the dark.
And, looking at this world from there,
be the Angel of Repair.
Following it all to the root,
a great Mystery, through and through.”
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2. |
Flying Word
02:40
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The snake is alive and flies at night,
the language we find can save our life.
We collect the fragments and make a whole,
the magic is born out of the All.
The song will be sung before we know
the subconscious melody a gift.
Arise! The spirit in the stone.
The word is (flying wingless)
around the room (listen)
we’re in.
Setting to the side every kind of category…
(open up the room, open up the room we’re in)
not this, not that, not Billy, Betty—Boop!—who?
(open to the room we’re in)
Blaster left a letter at the door…
(opening the room, opening the room we’re in)
The dog dies, the dog flies…
…F-F-F-F-Flying word…
The word is (flying wingless)
around the room (listen)
we’re in.
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"Shake, shake, shake
your earthly dust away.
For now it is the Spirit’s Day,
which will admit of no delay."
Get set, now that noone knows.
Star sign—don’t confuse with money.
Speak now in a new language.
Strengthen a soft vocabulary
Throw seeds for tomorrow’s grapes.
Get set, now that noone knows.
Seek the wonderous sign
in the everyday mind—
an image of Grace
and it’s Mysterious Face.
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4. |
Immateriality
03:05
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Open up my eyes and ears.
Calling on archetype,
calling on Angel or Spirit—
To the heart I’m bound,
beating like a drum.
Never without
Always within
Endless Love
Immaterial
"If a rose grows a rose
then love grows love
If a song lilts the air
then the air is song
If a bird flies high
then high is above
If above is a song
then the rose of love is a dove"
To the heart I’m bound,
beating like a drum.
Never without
Always within
Endless Love, Eternal Love
Immaterial
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5. |
Pause and Sigh
03:54
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Stranger seeking stranger:
May we meet in wonder,
where the giver and the taker align—
a Supersensual Sign.
Jaded, judging jewel,
if you want the magic woo-woo,
you’ve got to be The Fool.
Though walls and lies
unwanted abound,
pause and sigh
a breath beyond.
Stranger seeking stranger:
May we meet in wonder,
where the giver and the taker align—
a Supersensual Sign.
Pause and sigh
a breath beyond.
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6. |
One Eye Now
02:33
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What you cling to clouds the glass.
Can’t see future, can’t see past.
Keep on moving on the Spiral Path.
No more this, no more that—
I’m looking out of One Eye now.
One is the seed.
One is the flower.
One is the lover who gardens the hour.
Spirit is the Desire of Love.
No more this, no more that—
I’m looking out of One Eye now.
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7. |
Transporte Sans Bouger
03:50
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Matty [Matilda] Gage, a mother to us all.
She bit the apple, and she re-wrote the Fall.
She never died, she was born to the call.
Born to the call
Johnny Appleseed ripped it from the book
of a Swiss who went to Heaven and had a look—
Angels singing in colorful sound.
Colorful Sound
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8. |
Born to the Call
01:12
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Matty [Matilda] Gage, a mother to us all.
She bit the apple, and she re-wrote the Fall.
She never died, she was born to the call.
Born to the call
Johnny Appleseed ripped it from the book
of a Swiss who went to Heaven and had a look—
Angels singing in colorful sound.
Colorful Sound
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9. |
This is the Art
07:06
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This
is
the
Art
Knock on the mirror
—a bell rings—
Who’s there?
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10. |
Flicker Flicker Flame
06:45
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Matt Marble Greensboro, North Carolina
Matt Marble (b. 1979, MS) is an artist, author, and producer living in Greensboro, North Carolina.
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