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Black then white are all I see in my infancy.
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red and yellow then came to be, reaching out to me.
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lets me see.
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As below, so above and beyond, I imagine
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drawn beyond the lines of reason.
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Push the envelope. Watch it bend.
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Over thinking, over analyzing separates the body from the mind.
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Withering my intuition, missing opportunities and I must
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Feed my will to feel my moment drawing way outside the lines.
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Black then white are all I see in my infancy.
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red and yellow then came to be, reaching out to me.
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lets me see there is so much more
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and beckons me to look through to these infinite possibilities.
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As below, so above and beyond, I imagine
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drawn outside the lines of reason.
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Push the envelope. Watch it bend.
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Over thinking, over analyzing separates the body from the mind.
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Withering my intuition leaving all these opportunities behind.
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Feed my will to feel this moment urging me to cross the line.
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Reaching out to embrace the random.
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Reaching out to embrace whatever may come.
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I embrace my desire to
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feel the rhythm, to feel connected
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enough to step aside and weep like a widow
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to feel inspired, to fathom the power,
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to witness the beauty, to bathe in the fountain,
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to swing on the spiral
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of our divinity and still be a human.
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With my feet upon the ground I lose myself
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between the sounds and open wide to suck it in,
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I feel it move across my skin.
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I'm reaching up and reaching out,
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I'm reaching for the random or what ever will bewilder me.
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And following our will and wind we may just go where no one's been.
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We'll ride the spiral to the end and may just go where no one's been.
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Spiral out. Keep going, going...
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