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Somos el agua del viento de las nubes y del sedimiento.
El aroma de los arboles de cedro. Del aire que acarrea el dulce de la salvia y el palo santo.
Somos el pálpito del sendero.
Somos el grano de arena morando en la frontera entre lo húmedo y lo seco.
Somos el fósil de millones de cyclos que dejamos huella en roca contemporanea.
Somos el pasto en la playa. El àrbol que crece en la roca.
Somos sedimientos minerales absorbidos por el tiempo.
Somos la cadencia y el ritmo del relampagueo constante.
Somos la armonia colectiva de lo que embelleze, lo que adorna y de lo que sana.
Somos el antes y el despues del miedo, del esceptisismo y de la incredulidad.
Somos el vigor colectivo de gotas de agua en la cascada.
Somos pulimento del arrecifre varado en el arenal.
Tú somos nosotros perciviendonos desde el yo. Y nosotros somos el amor.
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We are the water of the wind, of the clouds, and of the sediment.
The scent of cedar trees. The air that brings the sweet of the sage and the palo santo.
We are the throbbing of the nature's path.
We are the grain of sand dwelling on the border between the wet and the dry.
We are the fossil of millions of cycles that leave a mark on contemporary rock.
We are the grass on the beach. The tree that grows on the rock.
We are mineral sediments absorbed by time.
We are the cadence and the rhythm of the constant flashing (in the storm).
We are the collective harmony of what embellishes, what adorns and what heals.
We are the before and after of fear, skepticism and disbelief.
We are the collective vigor of drops of water in the waterfall.
We are who polishes the reef stranded in the sand.
You are us perceiving from the self. And we are love.
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For You
02:49
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When I told you I'd be back for you I said
Oh Yea
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Ren
03:29
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Never had small ego height
Never had the spotlight sight
Never had menaj a trios
But dreams are for the sleeping type
I've been living home alone
My Heart wrapped in provolone
Mix that with some bread and butter
Capitalism formula
One day ima make it right to capital heights
Without a kite
Ask my man obama for that lesson in diplomacy
Figure out a way to lift the ban on Cuba buy a seat
All the way to Africa to learn about that western beat
We've been living home alone
Dragged across to foreign land
Lost my voice in 1619
Meditation past life dream
Feelin my bliss like Mooji
I'll see my moose if I believe in
Fairy tales that come to real life all the way in pakistan
Travelled all across the world to see a dream a tall grown moose
Made a stop in Thailand where I found
Old temples in the trees
Had some sushi in the Japan then paid respects to the bombed land
Didn't see my antlers so I took a short trip overseas
Now i'm in Australia on hiatus with kayoties took a chance to go under the water with the coral reefs
They've been feelin home alone
Trapped in waters growin’ warm
From the trail that I made tryna find my moose in foreign land
Took a cruise cross oceans,
now i'm in the LA
Surfing water on daily
Barely got my soul swiped from the Lucifer Experiments
Found my silence
Then consciously I made a trip
(Mooji talking)
Back to the land where i started from
No silly dreams for the silent one
Home is the place where im listinen in Kalamazoo MI
Far from living mindset home alone
Ego's feelin’ lil bit small grown
Threesome with my mind body and soul
Leave a brother Wholesome
Soul is the place where i toiled some
Times sadly let my my soil run
Dryer than the desert in Atacama
Heart chill to the bone like Antarctica
Never thought these moments were necessary till now
Till I saw the balance in extremes when seeing on silent ground
So everyday I wake up and I pray that each of my moments will not be the same
Then I write out the blessings I have generated by the failures in past, oh yea
Back to that moment when I was standing on silent ground
Lucy had my mind up in a choke hold till my voice was found
It said the only reason you left home, was the to find the
things you thought you didn't know
And find unique ways to let it show
Instead you found ways to cope
Numb to the world
Silence the girl
Soul in a curl
Ego said world
is the answer to your problems but my silence told me that
You didn't need to go so far from home (x3)
He said you travelled all across the world to see your moose in Michigan
Travelled all across the world to see your moose in Michigan
Travelled all across the world to see my moose in Michigan
To see my moose in Michigan
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Jordan Hamilton Kalamazoo, Michigan
Chillin in kzoo, Michigan making / sharing music with my cello.
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