Hive Open Mic 61 Mahanbir (Original) Open Horizens

Hey everyone, this is a song touching on creativity, and that feeling of a blank page and what to put on it. I am super grateful music its healing and the divine geometry of sound. I keep learning and feel like i have yet to even start. Ill definatly retry this one my vocals were not warm. Thats okay I am learning that birds sing and it doesnt matter. And the oppurtunity to go again to "retty" ;) Is there and the beautiful blank page of the future is continuosly being written upon by our thoughts words and deeds! Thank You all Much Love! Here are the lyrics

Minerals, plants, and animals... live on the land and are full, of intelligence... fools feel they are irrelevant, disgracing nature forgetting that we’re held in it.. making us display papers previous nations have dealt with this tyranny, it’s here and we can see, clearly into the mirror we all pay a part in this, that might be the hardest part to get, marchin with my heart uplifted, scars will come they are not the mark of a victim... They are the art of A Son/Sun, the stars of a system... with the spark of touch, a pardon from your prison
All The bars were rust. Playing the harp if you listen it’ll start to touch Yor heart and maybe you will sing along!

I’m gonna be creative not be a slave, decipher the secrets of the matrix and weave my way through... pay dues, elevate with the roots deep in the dirt to make the fruit burst, it doesn’t matter who’s first, lets use words and truly work together... the Universe is music heard, a human birth is a beautiful treasure. Incomputable immeasurable
The arubix cube of the ineffable
Who has the hue of truth, who is led as fools. And who’s impeccable, and what does that even mean... do you collect jewels and shrine a plasma screen to use...getting imaginary dreams confused, and that isn’t the fairies by the scenic views... find the deepest truth start seeing through the veil... I mail this letter to those that have come before and those that may not ever.. some flowers blooming out of season some never bloom at all.. the power brewing deep within is fluid we can use as balm... The Moon is calm the warm fire heals my bones. Rooms with walls soon to fall to reveal my home... with eyes closed, my minds shown the Divine Abode that we have never left... as silence grows, the light it glows with timeless flow that’s in every breath... we write and compose, Life to know we have the right to go wherever with every step... I am what I am

Thank You