Inside-out, Upside-down

[serloco]

Looking inside i listen
to all the judgements I have made
and closely as I listen
reality begins to fade
I am met by the reflection
of how I judge the day

I ponder as I listen
what it's like to be free
I wonder what I am missin'?
that is beyond what is me
cuz I'm stuck inside a prison
because this is what I see

and who is going to help
when everyone is so small
for so high i had climbed
I didn't notice, I had to fall
and when I struck the bottom
and everything became so tall
the world had grown around me
and down came my wall

for being so small made everything great
and the world became much more
then my judgement's weight
having no idea, exactly what's in store
had set me free
and opened the door

[shamanka]

xx

[serloco]

Like a star, illuminating the night,
bringing whats hidden, into sight.
Ever expanding, with perpetual might,
who could say exactly what is beyond,
and exactly to what height?
For while within the freedom of the mind,
it can only soar to its limits, which are as yet confined.
Yet ever proceeding onward, with more to find,
I shall find my way, and leave nothing behind.

[shamanka]

no way, but to sit and be,
becoming silent, infinity,
thou doesn't not shine at all, until
seen by another's will,
even then you do not see,
the effects on you,
just energy,
swirling, dissolving, on and off,
will forgotten, intent is lost.
something bigger,larger than 'me'
ignites that star, that others see,
no self reflection, that's a clue,
to find that place in you.
well being, then takes its turn,
something new for the star to learn,
following 'path of heart' we say,

something new everyday,
on and on, we seem to walk
feeling less and less like talk,
we do what we do, for there is naught
but more allowing, to be taught
as you expand, to know infinity..
we'll sit together you and me,
together, being, living free...

[serloco]

Raised from the ashes of the old way,
I stand before creation at the dawn of the new day.
All ideas, taking form, as gentle as silk, and as rough as a storm.
from the first steps of creation to the death of all nations,
the naked truth of death - creating reunification.
And all from one, we stand together,
with our collected experiences and yet light as a feather.
To jump and leap into any arrangement,
that creation has found in it's pre-engagement.
For it has been wound (and spun) into every configuration,
like a universal tapestry of endless generation.
And what is left when all is done?
But an absolute choice of all into one.
God-spun,
to become
the inevitable conclusion of the intent of divinity
to perpetuate of life,

across Infinity

[Draco Fellicci]

Inside upside down,
like just in the field,
lighten with grace and golden corn-cobs tall and shimershine,
passing through dusk the gigantic shift.

Below the big mud and here one ocean.
Not a single step falling on ground,
mystery of gravity grow ma wings, man.

Under the arch of sky

Assailable one may seems,
if not two or three, the mind cant 0 count.

if heard the sin of inner diaglog.
The darkness enshrouded half the earth,
so better remain for eternity silent.

Into neverland,
where the impulse unplug at all,
memories and leaves o' rustle wind.
clouds tearing 'part.

[serloco]

Can't

i believe i can do anything
and that which is beyond me lay in the proceeding moment
yet to come
the silent observer within me watching
as i cast can't's into the stream and watch them form
the observer acts fast and snatches the can't from my attention before it touches
unwinding the about-to-be future
this moment now
which is all there really is
how big i can make it or how small is up to me
reality... what is real... is a definition within me
casting reals and reels
you hand me your reels like everyone does
placing your movie into my projector
but I can
I can take it out and put a new one in
or be a director
with my own special effects team
everyone on set aware of my every action
hanging on my every word
waiting for my every cue
and what role do I play for myself?
Is it even a question I can answer for myself?
A choice?
or am I a slave?
enslaved.
I can or I can not.
That is the question
I will or I will not
but either way I Will

[serloco]

1 perspective 2 perspective 3 perspective 4
it takes every different perspective to open the door
to the totality of infinity
in which you have an eternity to explore
for it takes every grain of sand to form the beach
while none is greater then the other
they are all within reach
but if you fail to listen and to examine every speck of sand
how will you know where you want to stand?

[Guest]