[Verse 1 – Infinite Heat]

I come with an infinite heat,
not burning, but unfolding.
Where the calm blue greets me,
it tastes my presence as a treat.

It’s here I meet myself.
Identity isn’t a mask,
it’s the breath before the question,
the hum before the task.

Energy wakes where matter thins.
The edge of form is where awareness begins.
Every boundary a mirror,
every limit a door.

[Chorus – The Universal Funk]

We are the envelope
and the letter inside.
The sender and the reader
folded in one tide.

We are the funk
that the universe plays.
A bassline of being
that grooves through every phase.

[Verse 2 – The Paradox of Sight]

We can’t be what we’re not,
until we know what we are.
We can’t see past the eye
until the eye sees far.

Every vantage point
is a point of creation.
Your sight writes the map.
Your mind bends the station.

Time isn’t just a river,
it’s a box we draw around.
We think outside of it,
but the box is sound.


[Bridge – Difference as Dance]

The differences we create
are the differences that make us.
Paradox isn’t mistake,
it’s the rhythm that wakes us.

To see what we do,
we must do what we see.
To make what we are,
we must be what we be.

[Chorus – The Universal Funk]

We are the envelope
and the letter inside.
The sender and the reader
folded in one tide.

We are the funk
that the universe plays.
A bassline of being
that grooves through every phase.

[Verse 3 – Entity Within]

We can’t see past our own identity,
but when we meet the entity inside,
we find we’re not alone—
we are the whole, multiplied.

Conscious presence is not a point,
it’s a field.
A holographic universe
where patterns are revealed.

Matter can’t find energy
without a place to dance.
Energy can’t find matter
without giving form a chance.


[Second Bridge – Implicate Song]


Everything you see
is the explicate singing.
Everything you feel
is the implicate ringing.

We are created in the envelope
that creates us.
We are the letter and the seal.
The sender and the trust.

[Verse 4 – Funk of Being]

Identity isn’t a label.
It’s a groove.
It’s the bass note humming
beneath every move.

Energy is rhythm.
Matter is tone.
Awareness is the jam
that makes it all home.


[Final Chorus – The Universal Funk]

We are the envelope
and the letter inside.
The sender and the reader
folded in one tide.

We are the funk
that the universe plays.
A bassline of being
that grooves through every phase.

[Outro – The Return to the Envelope]

Not heat, not blue,
not self, not other.
Just the envelope,
dreaming us together.

Bump, Bump, Bump (feat. P. Diddy)

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