Cosmic Dust
The falling rain flickers on the road and flows together, to form pathways, swerving down gutters, away from what it was made.
The unbonded mist disperses, above the well where water pours, in torrents, from the gutters, by the pathways, that lead us on in crowds of cultural surroundings, avoiding dense but dispersed attitudes of which we are made.
The clouds fall with increasing size, and decreasing weight until the layers of reality are undetermined due to all being one, and nothing is seen, but shining sparkles, coming and going oh so quick, that they may not be seen, but sensed, so it tingles the feelings, and mingles the beings, that flow, together, with no reason to avoid, until the one being is like void, though it exists in my mind like fantasy.
Always in the air is a bird from paradise
Flying, high and wide in a shade of blue
All around the world on a wave of happiness
Look up in the air or it might pass you.
Commentary
You have to understand Seattle weather, to understand this song. It’s about our souls as cosmic beings falling to earth and getting wrapped up in materiality, with a note that imagination is the trace of that source.
Huh? What was that again? Cosmic dust, what more do i need to say. Sit in a crowded place in the rain for a while.
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