BLOOD IN THE GOURD Chapter 27
by Aashid
The floods come and go and the cycles continue
All things change according to karmic dictations
Random is essence, deliberate in it's actuality
Fundamental truth sneaks through now and then
This type of communication and understanding
Is very necessary through these times
Being a witness is as good as being an observer
To an impartial foe or an old fashioned friend
When living comes along, I've got the time
Fluid motion waving through me
The sounds of the oceans and colors I see
What happened to all my clean air?
What happened to all my clean water?
What happened to all my trees?
Freedom comes and goes and the cycle continues
But what kind of life is on the other side?
Does it feel other than the same?
Does my memory serve me or do I serve my memory?
Should I serve with honor or desert with conviction?
Let the streams flow inside you
That's where the cycles began
From the center to the very first layer
A cool sip of bliss is a tongue tingling taste
Followed by oozings of liquid love drink
The picture pre-sweetened for delicate eyes
Freedom is something you exercise
Karmic additions are realized
Life itself is evenly dispersed
Along the fields of clover
A line of blood from here to the Most High
From Eden to Harlem, from Babylon to Timbuktu
Black liquid love in the drinking gourd
Follow the vibe as it penetrates your molecular light
And lubricates your life cycle
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