Hive Open Mic 70, Immensity, Mahanbir (Original)

Hey Hive Open Mic! This song came thorugh a while ago and havent really played it since I wrote it. I almost forgot the words.. Fun song to remember though. Thank You

Are there aliens they ask? Well Spacce is very vast.
It seems we may have forgot where we came from...
Oh our roots they are deep and they are movng me to speak, there are many fruits we could eat, dont forget why you came here..
Oh the music sings itself it is bloomin in my cells, breaking confusion and the spells, the way is cleared.

Make an offer make it true make it quality make it sacred... maybe it’s awkward maybe it’s all a Dream, spaces and a fragrance. Maybe they conquered and made colonies to enslave us in a matrix... maybe we can honor the Creator of all these things, and savor all creation in the balm of meditation see, calm in the heaviest of shaken seas and breath away the worries, Life on earth is short even in pain don’t hurry, the soul is surely.. warm and home, Worn clothes are thorns of roses... cus the more you grow, the more doors that open, of the forms let go your on the shores of the ocean that’s everlasting, Pure Essence casts things into existence

This is memory reawakening, this is synergy rearranging things... This is a mystery in the making.. this energy is untainted flame. The moments will but your presence will never fade away. The oceans still it’s our reflection that makes the waves... Clouds that are heavy fall, Sounds that are steady call, to the boundless and ready all that are around a blessed with sweet balm, a crown of king is calm depth... bowin down on your knees you evolve less, it’s all a test. Stand tall and stretch... lift your palms to heavens.. in solvin a mess learn to call it a blessing...
following the steps not to tomorrow but to the present.. Slowin down the breath for we are just borrowing the flesh this Life is a gift no on has the whole answer... Timelessness lives in Bliss the Soul is the Dancer.. Rocks, Trees, and Water give us this land to walk upon... We’ve gotta see the offer of the Living Hand, all is God...
All the odd creatures and ways of life
All the lost people wandering day and night... All the villains all the hero’s... all the stillness all the weird flows... all those chillin that let there beard grow... All the feelings when your here close, the calm realest of cheer shows, when my feet are on the ground I look into the sky and peer home