With one breath, with one flow. You will know. Synchronicity. A sleep trance, a dream dance,. A shared romance. Synchronicity. . A connecting principle.
ohhhh ohhhh ohhhh. ohhhh ohhhh ohhhh. ohhhh ohhhh ohhhh. ohhhh ohhhh ohhhh. . Another suburban family morning. Grandmother screaming at the wall. We have to shout above the din of our Rice Krispies.
With one breath, with one flow. You will know. Synchronicity. A sleep trance, a dream dance,. A shared romance. Synchronicity. . A connecting principle.
There is no political solution. To our troubled evolution. Have no faith in constitution. There is no bloody revolution. . We are spirits in the material world.
Woke up in my clothes again this morning. I don't know exactly where I am. And I should heed my doctor's warning. He does the best with me he can. . He says I suffer from delusion.
Upon a secret journey. I met a holy man. His blindness was his wisdom. I'm such a lonely man. . And as the world was turning. It rolled itself in pain.
Finding the world in the smallness of a grain of sand. and holding infinities in the palm of your hand. and heaven's realms in the seedlings of this tiny flower.