They always tell you to breathe
Took look inward
And out beyond your shut eyes
And sometimes the desperation to feel something profound, takes over instead of the calmness of the moment

I have episodes where I hate myself
Where I hate my body
And the things around me
But I remember the lessons of a powerful lemon tek…
And my body starts to recover from the years of indoctrinated self criticism 

The frequencies start to move with you
And the ground starts undulating 
As you run your fingers through what you think is your skin
A conglomeration of cells and tissue and emotional barriers and mental blockages and
What else are you holding on to?

Couldn’t you just hold on to the tone
Of the sound of this song?
Do you like this song?
Do you like the way the oak trees move, only from the vantage point of your peripherals
And as you stare directly at the heaviness that is this life form
It ceases all movement

What else are you holding on to?
Couldn’t you just hold on to the relevance of this moment 
to every other single mundane moment in all our lives?
Couldn’t you just hold on to the breath you just inhaled, and let go knowing that if you held on for any longer, it might just drive you absolutely insane?

They always tell you to breathe
Into your pain
Into your discomfort
Into the moments of absolute pleasure
And breathe out knowing that all of this must end someday

All this will end someday
And you will have breathed into the moment
With the drone of high frequencies
And the feeling of ecstasy

Tniztney