Constants & Variables

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'Constant + Variables’, the long-awaited follow up to Super Galactic Expansive’s 2010 debut album ‘Supersensible Science’, is an insightful, introspective, psychedelic odyssey into a powerful & honest Truth of the Universe:

…The only thing that’s Constant in Life is Change, and Change is nothing more than Variables thrown into the Equation of Life…

Super Galactic Expansive is the unique collaborative glitch-hop project of electronic composer, Jamie Watts (KiloWatts) and poet/lyricist, Anand Petigara (Amagine). A distinctive synergy takes place in the studio when these two intriguing minds enter into the creative flow together, finding a unique dynamic and gentle balance, which merges their contrasting art forms into a congruent, singular voice evoking deep, personal and universal meaning all listeners can resonate with. After the release of their highly experimental debut album, Supersensible Science, SGE has processed and integrated the gamut of experiences – the growing pains and growing joys – that have marked their evolution and their lives, to create a stunningly beautiful, intricately precise, and powerfully cathartic expression of an undeniable process we all must engage and endure on our own accord…that of deep and meaningful change in one’s life. Put your headphones on, open your heart and mind, and enjoy this sonic journey into the power of transformation…

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released October 9, 2012

Artwork by Jeramie Bellmay: perceptionaltar.com
All tracks written by Super Galactic Expansive, except "Indra's Web", written by Super Galactic Expansive and The Great Mundane

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Track Name: India Ink
Took your picture and looked & listened for the thousand words;
Put it under a magnifying glass to discover an amplified past,
As billions of brilliant whispers emerged to be heard—
Inferred between the lines,
Beneath the grime,
We bleed to find
What wields this time—
So I sit & slit a simple sliver in my nimble fingertip
To let the blood puddle & drip—
Like India ink—
Begin to sink,
Staining the page, ingraining my brains upon the mainframe;
Engaging the pain en-caging change.
Scars for memories charged for telling me
How far I’ve inevitably come—
Perpetually begun prying open assimilation…
Who’s decided hope has faded, defiling the globe we’re facing?
Who’s designing the road we’re taking?
Who’s denying your role in this co-creation?
What are you running from?
If it’s done—it’s done--
There’s surely no escaping—
Here’s the summons, Son---
The time as come for this the lonely war I’m waging--
Honing my inspiration.
The hardest part--
Is part of my livid heart
Must die to begin to live & harness
A vivid artist’s vindicated liberation.
Existence in the mitts of what your solo is painting.
Amidst the photo it’s taking—
Channeling home changes;
Dismantling old cages;
Patterns portioned as prosaic—
A maddening morphing mosaic,
As sand slowly rearranges
The happenings of this hapless man's whole entire basis
Used to fuse & gather, rewire the loose confused understanding
Of standing in homeostasis—
Balance of the basics.
Challenge known complacence.
Brandish bold brazen beauty with each movement that you're making
'Til the grooves start breaking.
When will you choose to awaken?
Don’t be foolish or mistaken...
I am not a righteous sage deciphering days.
All I am...
Is a defiantly silent scribe,
Bleeding these revealing letters
To make me feel completely better
In these hackneyed contrived trying times—
To try & make me feel surprised when reminded exactly why
I am alive…

All I am
Is a defiantly silent scribe,
Bleeding these revealing letters
To make me feel completely better
In these hackneyed contrived trying times—
To try & make me feel surprised when reminded exactly why
I am Alive…

So, I sit & slit a simple sliver in my nimble fingertip
To let the blood puddle & drip—
Like India ink—
Begin to sink,
Staining the page, ingraining my brains upon the mainframe;
Engaging the pain en-caging change.

So, I sit & slit a simple sliver in my nimble fingertip
To let the blood puddle & drip—
Like India ink—
Begin to sink,
Staining the page, ingraining my brains upon the mainframe;
Engaging the pain en-caging change.

Scars for memories charged for telling me
How far I’ve inevitably come…
Remembering what's done...

Scars for memories charged for telling me
How far I’ve inevitably come…
I have perpetually begun this war will eventually be won/one...
Track Name: Metacognition
The Tree of Life:
A glimpsing visage of METACOGNITION...

Connect this man’s mic with dendrites—twitching.
The pen writes & bends time to incite a simple flick;
A signal switch—instinctual link—
A tingle, which sends light bridging ridges along strong neuronal axons
---G_li_tcH_iN’---

Lips spitting Zen-like hiccups & rhythms—
Sit up & listen—synch up & link in,
As we tinker with your thinking—
(Tinker with your thinking)
This is METACOGNITION.

Lips spitting Zen-like hiccups & rhythms—
Sit up & listen—synch up & link in,
As we tinker with your thinking—
(Tinker with your thinking)

Computations in conversations,
Translation in transportation;
An ever-changing formation of incredibly clever equations—
Electro-chemicals engaging
Intracellular communication—
Expansive branches;
Synaptic chasms;
The fastest path goan’ to telepathic reactions;
Plastic axons pass on an ecstatic passage,
Enacting contractions;
Language attached on this
Specifically selected electric neurotransmitter,
A particularly perfected effective stanza that brings ya’
Reticent perspective into better picture
By an eclectic phantom of unfettered fiction—
Lettered encryption—
Distinctive diction—
A driven discipline
__Squeezed into your central nervous system—
Please, some essential headroom to LISTEN.

Lips spitting Zen-like hiccups & rhythms—
Sit up & listen—synch up & link in,
As we tinker with your thinking—
(Tinker with your thinking)
This is METACOGNITION.

Lips spitting Zen-like hiccups & rhythms—
Sit up & listen—synch up & link in,
As we tinker with your thinking—
(Tinker with your thinking)
This is METACOGNITION.

(METACOGNITION…)

(METACOGNITION…)

(METACOGNITION…)

One hundred trillion synapses
Explaining to my cranium how fast this time collapses.
In just nanoseconds a rush of connections
Erupt in a chemical collection;
The seminal invention of eloquent sentience.
The densest interdependence
Sends this insightful sentence
Into movement grooving through psychic senses;
The tuned in union of incisive questions;
Dooming humans’ derisive tension
Consuming views of divisive aggression.
Override that misconception to ride this inflection
To the mind’s invention penning this pensive passage.
Attend to this sensitive patch of elemental potential—synaptic action; Subtle co-incidentals summons syllabic rapping.
It’s essentially mental
This elaborate gabbing gift of chit-chatting riff-raff;
Slick wits won’t quit yapping
Quick quips from these lips flapping tidbits;
Inklings to shift your thinking
Lifting it to the brink of bringing
GALACTIC EXPANSION;
Quantum entanglement—
Can you handle it?
Dismantling all that we’ve known could possibly happen
In any and ever instant—
Steadily Listen to Everywhen…
Everyone...
LISTEN.

Lips spitting Zen-like hiccups & rhythms—
Sit up & listen—synch up & link in,
As we tinker with your thinking—
(Tinker with your thinking)
This is METACOGNITION.

Lips spitting Zen-like hiccups & rhythms—
Sit up & listen—synch up & link in,
As we tinker with your thinking—
(Tinker with your thinking)
This is METACOGNITION.

(METACOGNITION…)

(METACOGNITION…)

(METACOGNITION…)

Silently sitting in simplicity,
Simply singing simmering soliloquies;
Syllabic symphonies of shimmering similes
Syllogistically sinking into sine waves;
A synergistic shift in psyches slightly sideways...
Track Name: Barbed Wire Tightrope
Standing at the edge of the precipice,
Planning the next steps to this
Demanding quest to give this man’s life he lives
The commanding balance amidst the pitfalls and challenges.
Try to resist slipping & falling upon the talons
Of this barbed wire tight rope,
Starting higher than the height of hope
In this dire heart dying in the night on his own.
Preparing to take another set of shaky first steps
Realizing it time to go the fight alone.
Scared, as I’m barely inhaling my worried breath—
Open eyes—
Trying to guide my blind sight to hone
Awareness to awake from this certain death
Where I bury the time to type songs & poems
Along with these strong bones
Of an old man unfolding—
Reforming—
As long as I don’t deny my life’s defining light and stop growing
& writing these ole omens.
Slowly eroding,
Unknowingly letting go and forgetting the potential I’m holding,
‘Til I collect what’s essential and get my ass going….

Try to resist slipping & falling upon the talons
Of this barbed wire tight rope,
Starting higher than the height of hope
In this dire heart dying in the night on his own.

Preparing to take another set of shaky first steps
Realizing it time to go the fight alone.
Scared, as I'm barely inhaling my worried breath—
Open eyes, trying to guide my hindsight to hone
AWARENESS...

As if You told me so,
Nobly growing in forward motion goes to show
The emotional commotion of the lonely road
Only requires what you need to soulfully inspire
The gullible child’s vulnerable mind,
To weed out the lowly liar in you,
Who’s so vile & crude,
Whose sole desire’s to control you’re whole entire view--
Skewing all you knew,
Misconstruing your Truth,
In your deepest Being
By conspiring to beat you till you bleed beneath your beliefs.
Seek the seeds that breed the branches and leaves
That wholly rewire your chances to succeed in catching your dreams. Fusing the roots with a higher frequency feed—
Releasing the fiery freak in me free,
As I’m seeking a peaceful seat wherever I please to be,
Resting my bleeding feet to eagerly read
The day’s fresh pages of these nameless fables
Under the ample shade of my ageless Maple tree.
Will you carve your initials with me together?
Don’t wanna carve your initials in me?
Whatever…
A.S.P. & A.S.P 4eva…

(It’s all I need…)

Try to resist slipping & falling upon the talons
Of this barbed wire tight rope,
Starting higher than the height of hope
In this dire heart designing the night on his own.

Preparing to take another set of shaky first steps
Realizing it time to go the fight alone.
Scared, as I"m barely inhaling my hurried breath—
Slowing down—
Rebuilding strength—
Aligning my guiding light to hone
AWARENESS...

(Will you carve your initials with me?)

(Will you carve your initials in me?)

(No more MaGiK. A.S.P. asking to let go of S.O.S.)

Grateful to be no longer meek or meager, indeed.
Stressed relieved
To receive the pieces of me not always easy or pleasing to see
In this deceiving reality.
Real is not what it always seems as we make it to be.
Mistakenly believing our forsaken feelings;
Un-awakened of the realness concealed in the dealings of healing our weakness.
As I’m reaching across these lost speeches
Full of fraught dawdling;
I’m foolishly caught crawling
On the breaking beams & cables of this shaky rickety bridge,
Suspended across lost opportunities along the ridges of our heart’s rigidness,
Swaying between the edges of our frigid river of tears’ rigorously twisting bend.
I’m clearly living in between the deepening distance
Of our blistering lips
Conveying the whispering winds,
Hearing unsent Love notes of me reminiscing & missing You again.

Steady your grip and gingerly step
To deliver this brilliant gift at the bridge we’re building
Starting just ahead,
Linking the rift from our heart and our head.
But first we must narrowly escape the fateful patterns
That become entangled when the Love that matters
Is fractured and left hanging by a marginal shred
of shattered memories,
Surviving from getting lost in an alarming, harrowing dream
Where I’ve been brazenly chasing a falling figment of me—
Gripped slipped from a vision of We,
Impatiently, wondering if this is a blunder I die in—
Or awake in the morning with a warning,
Realizing I’ve been trying to decide on an implausibility.
How will I define the probability for finding
(You)
An impossibility?

Try to resist slipping & falling upon the talons
Of this barbed wire tight rope,
Starting higher than the height of hope
In this dire heart reviving his life on his own.

Preparing to take another set of shaky first steps
Realizing it time to go the fight alone.
Cherishing, inhaling my first breath,
Open eyes, guiding my mindful sight tonight to hone
AWARENESS.

Restarting the will in me that wants to be free.
Pausing while watching autumn leaves
Gracefully fall with ease from these ancient Maple trees.
Feeling the nor-easterly breeze of your whispering tease.
Softening to release what’s seemingly stuck now,
But not completely out of reach.
Starting the healing to cut out
What I doubt I really need—
Stop expecting.
Start accepting,
While respecting
How the journey is yearning for me to learn that
The Purification is the Blessing in-action;
Endure with patience this Graceful test passing,
The curious wait to state the Question
This Answer has all-ways been asking.

The Purification is the Blessing in-action;
Endure with patience this Graceful test passing,
The curious wait to state the Question
This Answer has all-ways been asking.

This Answer’s all-ways been asking...

This Answer’s all-ways been asking...

This Answer’s all-ways been asking...
Track Name: Indra's Web (With The Great Mundane)
A haunting enemy jogs my memory,
Unfaltering questioning taunting helpless me,
In my developing lab,
Help is free from my pen & this pad—
Appending the past;
Upending the facts
For an impending memory lapse...
Tell me the haps,
To master this craft,
As we unshackle this passing trap clamped to my—
Strained angle’s sprained ankle.
The Pain strangles when you remain entangled
In the foolish game to change what can’t be changed around You.
What surrounds your view in this fateful flashback?
The only thing you can change is the way you happen to react.
Unravel the gaff...
Of obsessively gripping,
Possessively clinging
To what you never rationally had.
No one owns her ship, but it doesn’t have to be a lonely trip;
The stinging cuts of remembrance traveling back
Through the precariously various forms matter contracts.
What truly prepare us to cherish what we actually have?
As we share this passionate act,
I thought it would upset me so,
But only after letting You go,
Did we get to grow so incredibly close
To expose what’s under our masks.
If Love is a gas that colors my Laugh when exhaled in this gasp,
The problem is that, discovered, as we have--
Wonder how it’s everlasting…?

Love’s not a solid—intact
But like an object in math
We multiply, subtract or add,
Quantify, divide, redefine & be fine
Or defiantly deny and devise an ill-advised alibi.
It’s not a feeling that sadly dies
Even after you yourself feels satisfied
And says your last goodbye.
Did I give it a damn good try?
A final answer I’m reminded to find from time to time.
But it ain’t like the square root of pi.
I dare you to try.
Roll a hundred side die and ride this wondrous sine wave,
As we decide to slow time to know why this blind, but brave
Wanderlust crashes
Right into his own stumbling ass again—
A classic accident—
An attempt to ask & repent damaging resentment,
And actively reinvent in acid’s placid lens.
As the collapsing axis bends—
We crack.
We mend.
To access the facets of fragile gems.

Indra’s web—Begin to accept…
Do you act with regrets or admit to The Effects?
Access the facets of fragile gems moving,
As the axis mundi bends…
Indra’s web—Begin to accept…
Do you come with regrets or commit to The Effects…?
Access the facets of fragile gems moving,
As the axis mundi bends…

Indra’s web—begin to accept…
Can’t subsist on regret, submit to The Effects…
Access the facets of fragile gems moving,
As the axis mundi bends…

Indra’s web—begin to accept…
Can’t Love with regret, you limit The Effects…
Access the facets of fragile gems moving,
As the axis mundi bends…
Track Name: Between Borders
I’ve got resolutions in place
To wipe away illusions in our gaze.
Can’t stop this Evolution engaged.
We’ve sought solutions for change.
Plotting the next movement’s phase.

Adjust & adapt together
Or (you’re) crushed flat forever
To dust, ash & embers.
Trust that--
Nothing ever stays...

Nothing ever stays the same…

Cut to the chase,
I run in place staring carefully,
Gracefully rearranging the fickle pixel panes
To erase this individual face.
Smoothing out the wrinkles in space,
As this messenger of Time
Subliminally renders the lines on this page.
Taking a mixture of our collective day,
Encasing it in a single picture frame to display
On the bare walls of these fading memory’s halls;
To persuade the electrons involved
In evolving the brain to collect upon a growing space
You can only obtain by uttering unattainable Names.
Rediscovering a tangible damaging pain
We've yet to remember.
Uncovering what under the strangled language contained
In a lover's unsent letter--
Return to sender.
Yet, it finally came,
As a timely page of entangled fragments of rhyming chains
Meant to better explain
How to reconnect the ever-changing refracted angles & planes
Trapped in the cracked panels & panes
Of stained glass fractals
Our efforts craft--so fragile--
Only to slowly dismantle…

Remembering is simply a singularity in the whole open channel
Focusing on our own personal examples
Of how we’ve each weaved new disparities with old distortions, Apparently leaving the mold broken in the told annals
Of a journey’s unwritten manual—
Inherent in me.
This is my bruised hand
I often use to carry solemn offerings of clarity.
The choice is understanding where you’re standing
With an aware plan in hand
Or left stranded with Death’s alliance—
Head in sand,
Scared to be alone on your own one-man island of Self-Reliance;
Trying to evolve past this crass self-important mammal;
Finally dying in triumphant defiance.
Solving, alas, the last fortune you’ve been handed
To find this defining silence inside Us
Designing an inner rhythm’s discipline:
(How) to emphatically ramble a passage of stanzas with passionate grammar and infinite wisdom within this resonant whispering?
The trick is to actively LISTEN IN…

Invisible ink printing, feel what’s written—
Sink into a hymn’s sinister rhythm
Revealing a vision of him eclipsing tradition,
Resisting extinction,
By trusting our dreams to live in this open moment.
Hold it together or it’s broken forever.
Under pressure,
This art of war
We’ve seemingly fought in your severed Heart’s core,
Is really an art of words
Healing this precious Heart pure
From bleeding scars—read & born
To endure a scarlet letter worn,
Restarting assured;
Seamlessly rebuilding our Will
‘Til the spark in You is vividly restored.
Why & Where?
Now & Here?
What & Who are WE ALL TRULY LIVING FORr?
The undecided mind is blindly hiding behind cowering cowards, Dividing these hours--
With “Ours or yours.”
I scour these shores
For forgotten treasure,
Fallen feathers often thought lost forever,
Now found, calling to remember
The Cause We put together,
‘Cause we all thought it surly matters
While crossing these murky waters;
Searching for Chaos in this Order—
Immersed in a séance between borders…

I’ve got resolutions in place
To wipe away illusions in our gaze.
Can’t stop this Evolution engaged.
We’ve sought solutions for Change.
Plotting the next movement’s phase.

I’ve got resolutions for days
To wipe away illusions in our gaze.
Can’t stop this Evolution engaged.
We’ve sought solutions for change.
Plotting the next movement’s phase.

Adjust & adapt together
Or crushed flat forever
To dust, ash & embers.
Trust that--
Nothing ever stays...

Nothing ever stays the same…

Adjust & adapt together
Or crushed flat forever
To dust, ash & embers.
Trust that--
Nothing ever stays...

Nothing ever stays the same…

Distrust cleverly conspires to escape the blame,
While flustered, Denial will never erase the liar’s Pain.
The altercation in staging an alteration
In the strangest of uneasy places
Where we feel the least safest.
An arrangement of ageless pages
In disarray en-caging me;
Vulnerably weeping in my basement of disgraces.
Turn a new leaf and about-face
These twisting mazes within mazes;
Assaulting his sleeping, forsaken patience
Encased in a far-reaching jaded complacence.
For his need to reattain his estranged engagement
With this Planetary mutation;
To replace stagnation
With unfaltering,
Unwavering
Inspiration;
To create this makeshift altar for these changes
and
Transformations.
A Transmutation.
A Transfiguration.
...Entranced...
By our collectively adept ascent in this cresting power;
To correctly adapt to what’s pressing in this present hour
Full of these passing memories of Ours…

I’ve got resolutions in place
To wipe away illusions in our gaze.
Can’t stop this Evolution engaged.
We’ve sought solutions for change.
Plotting the next movement’s phase.

I’ve got resolutions for days,
To wipe away illusions in our gaze.
Can’t stop this Evolution engaged.
We’ve sought solutions for change.
Plotting the crescent moon’s next phase.

Adjust & adapt together
Or crushed flat forever
To dust, ash & embers.
Trust that--
Nothing ever stays...

Nothing ever stays the same…

Searching for Chaos in this Order—
Immersed in a séance between borders…

Searching for Chaos in this Order—
Immersed in a séance between borders…
Track Name: Ayahuasca Monologue
The first step you take in order to smoothly move past your plastic fragile fears,
Is to instantly break borders & used grooves you’ve sadly attached to tragic tears.
Collapse & contract within until the Will disappears.
Don’t grasp or react—
The vision builds ‘til it’s crystal clear.
“I’m with you here…”
Echoing through the ravaged caverns of a rather endlessly open lotus heart.
Beckoning me to travel faster through savage shadows—
Trapped in the essentially hopeless lonely dark.
My reckoning—
Unraveling data, as I spat up a bruising brew’s lesson to see—
FOCUS and know your part.
The choice is to rejoice or recoil
To the Hopes growing in the soils of a new start.
Voicing the toils to foil the foibles
That defuse the muse with poison darts.
Employ this Art
In the plot to pull your plug to await Death.
It’s not a foolish plunge—
Take the step.
You fought to do this hunt to recreate the web.
Sought to see what’s done when we awake the dead…
All My Relations.
You’re scared—shaking—
Afraid to leave them behind.
Call on patience, prepare the spaceship;
You’re safe to believe that in the weaving Dreamtime,
All will easily unwind
As you receive the unseen meaning
To this redefined sum of signs
Within this engulfed Mind…

Trust in the Vine. It’s just dying…
An instant transmutation of energy,
As I’m witnessing this transforming end-to-me.

All entities instinctively know this
With enormous empathy & intimacy,
From the beginningless beginning
Spinning intricately onward,
Unfurling worlds towards Infinity.

Trust in the Vine, as Love aligns…
An instant transmutation of energy,
As I’m witnessing this transforming end-to-me.

All entities instinctively know this
With enormous empathy & intimacy,
From the beginningless beginning
Spinning intricately onward,
Unfurling worlds towards Infinity.

I’m here with you ALL-WAYS.
Defying fear—
Listen to these callings
Aligning peers;
Slither through my hallways
To find the twisted mind redesigns fear,
As we witness this Evolving—
Problem/Solving.
Progression is swift
In this dimensional shift,
As we perpetually drift
From elemental bits
Into collective cognizance:
From an individual’s limited residual thinking,
To a glimpse within the limitless, luminal Infinite.
Do you know the difference
When sort of sorting the sorely sordid?
Commanding a riveting understanding
Of my livid lambasted limitations;
The gimmick's quickly fading.
Swiftly shaving away the bulletproof thickness.
Fooling You with an inclusive allusion to an illusive solution.
Chipping away the rigid inches
Of self-interest's blister picked skin,
Within to my simply grinning innocence...
Let go of resistance—
I move you to the beginning of Existence,
To reminisce & reconcile
Your differences & denials,
Your rigidness & your trials
Depicting these mosaic tiles.
Embarrassing or cherishing?
Contemplate to concentrate your honestness.
You’re the inherent Variable
To these apparently constrained Constants in your Conscience.
Be content with the contents and I’ll tell you who Anand is,
As long as your promise to live
In harmonious accordance to my Natural Law.
Give up your erroneous components to passionately Evolve
Passed Enmity’s past enemies
To crack identity’s flawed surface.
You deserve this—
TRUST in me—
Love, Be Free
In my emergence.
As I soak up in scenery to show you what You mean to me,
As we slowly grow your purpose--
Unfolding what you’re already unsteadily holding...

Trust in the Vine. It’s just dying…
An instant transmutation of energy,
As I’m witnessing this transforming end-to-me.

All entities instinctively know this
With enormous empathy & intimacy,
From the beginningless beginning
Spinning intricately onward,
Unfurling worlds towards Infinity.

Trust in the Vine, to Purge the Mind…
An instant transmutation of energy,
As I’m witnessing this transforming end-to-me.

All entities instinctively know this
With enormous empathy & intimacy,
From the beginningless beginning
Spinning intricately onward,
Unfurling worlds towards Infinity.

Integrate interrelations in a time-spaceless oasis
To face this Sacred arrangement
With the Ancients’ awakened Patience.
Courageously shape this heroine to make this
A moving case for the human race’s view to raise
Way beyond the eons of obscurations
Laced in hates’ displaced miscommunication.
It’s only You that you are facing.
Refrain from painful disdain
Detaining the dreams you dare to be chasing.
You’ll gain the grain obtained
From the seeds you’re carefully raising—
AWARENESS TO CHERISH WHAT PAIN IS EXPLAINING.
We all suffer in each other:
Mothers, Fathers, Sisters, Brothers;
Lovers wander existence to discover
Under trauma is wisdom to ponder
The wonder & honor to live for One another...
(W)holy recharged, as open Hearts alone in the dark
Pensively penetrate each other deeply;
Intensely beseeching Lovers to completely
Surrender into the unending tingling dynamic depths of Death.
In a single titanic effortless breath,
It's riveting; don't panic—
What's essentially left
Is an unfolding road remolding untold memories;
Intimately suturing the imminent Future's unknown energies
With the Present's resonance.
Rest again my Blessed friends...
This too will pass...


Trust in the Vine. It’s just dying…
An instant transmutation of energy,
As I’m witnessing this transforming end-to-me.

All entities instinctively know this
With enormous empathy & intimacy,
From the beginningless beginning
Spinning intricately onward,
Unfurling worlds towards Infinity.

Trust in the Vine, to COME ALIVE…
An instant transmutation of energy,
As I’m witnessing this transforming end-to-me.

All entities instinctively know this
With enormous empathy & intimacy,
From the beginningless beginning
Spinning intricately onward,
Unfurling worlds towards Infinity.

From the beginningless beginning
Spinning intricately onward,
Unfurling worlds towards Infinity.........