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RIDE MY SEE-SAW

By The Moody Blues

Be it sight, sound, smell, or touch,

There’s something inside that we need so much.

The sight of a touch or the scent of a sound,

Or the strength of an oak with roots deep in the ground.

The wonder of flowers to be covered and then

To burst up through tarmac to the sun again.

Or to fly to the sun without burning a wing -

To lie in a meadow and hear the grass sing.

To have all these things in our memories hall

And to use them to help us to find… Ha ha ha!




The California Stoned

Humboldt Life. Such an amazing blessing to experience. Red woods touching the heavens, waves reflecting the raw emotion of the earth. Sweet aroma from the abundant ganja tree's. A perfect place to break away from so called reality and come close to the center of your physic abilities.

The Embodiment of the New World...

Sitting here in silence

Is the only way I can sense

the connection.

The ultimate relation I have with my being,

and the world that reflects around me.

So many thought's glide through my mind,

trying to keep me in the lines,

but I will never be bound by the hands of time.

I'm eternal and floating within the vibration of space.

Which is created by Love and the bountiful embrace.

Each of our ancestor's have been called to this planet,

to awaken the children to the real relevance,

Of why we are here spinning through space.

Captured in the mystic capsule, vanishing without a trace.

All I see is a potential for change, evolving inside of this misty maze.

Our body a vessel for galactic intelligence,

and our soul poetry of creation itself.

Were waking up one by one to see the damage we have done,

And heal the planet through our heart,

Don't you worry, just live life as art.