Some stirring,
Some urge,
That secretes something
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A thing of beauty
Arriving through divine means
That humans behold.
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A thing of beauty that human's behold.
Arriving through divine transport
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Something secretes something.
Like a spider making a web.
Art is something like that.
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We are not of the human lot.
We have the same divine capacity
Of the spider and the albatross.
Where the path is known somehow.
We enact the path we know.
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Do we know the path?
Are we already enacting the path?
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We have the inner path to the divine.
To the source. To the origin.
Originality is returning to the source.
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We have in us, the map to the path.
The path to the origin.
The return to the source.
The flight of the Albatross
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We are not of the human lot.
We don't belong here.
We are out here to discover the truth about ourselves,
That we are not of the human lot
and we don't belong here.
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We really don't understand us.
Why we sleep. Why we dream.
We don't have a theory on death
What happens when we die?
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So many things we don't know why.
Let's start with how we are here?
And these beautiful creatures
Limbs that move, with brilliant hue
When we clap, how we make clapping noise!
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The truth is
We don't know anything about us.
Truth is,
When we find out who we are
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We don't know who we are
We keep moving in circles.
We eat leaves and animals
We weave baskets and buildings.
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We know to survive in this planet
We keep doing things again and again
We keep repeating
We keep moving in circles.
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We have urges,
Urge to create
Urge to control
Where do there urges comes from?
These urges keep repeating
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Things keep repeating. We keep replicating.
We repeat things, we keep moving in circles
We like saying good things about ourselves
We keep repeating the sayings to ourselves
We are repeating what we don't know.
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Spider on a web
Ant on a hill
Snake in a mound
Bat in a cave
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In us, as part of us,
We have the circuitry
That is made of the source
By the source
And will return to the source.
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