Within my shop of gifts exists sacred shrines, priceless collages and charming motifs
Antiquities of rich experience
Hendrix the soundtrack to failure and successes

Conducting instruments of electric strings
With the rhythmicity of my words commanding into existence as I sing
Being fluent as is the clear water
So one can enjoy the liquidity in streams of lucid dreams

Amongst the clouds with my soul I read the music
playing the notes my two eyes could never see
Natural habitats of manifestation within prayer
States of heaven
Where we create the album of our own reality



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