The Flow

So, Row, Row, Row We Go
Straight to the Flow
So don’t wait, until it’s too late,
And neither shall we hurry,
For then we may worry
Yet, anyway, we’re headed toward the gate
of our fate & when push comes to shove,
We must accept this love that’s
Innate & cast of this hate which
Makes us inept & brings on the pain,
for which we have wept, again & again.
And in the end it’s this hate which drives our souls insane.
So, relax & smoke that Mary Jane.
Here’s the facts, it’s not too late to drive down Memory Lane.
Just take a toke, & slide down to the recesses of your brain,
For it’s no poison & there’s lessons to be gained.
Play with your toys, and fix with your tools
& see what then has changed
Pull all that wool off your eyes & rearrange
Your view of what’s cool & what is just “too strange”

So, Row, Row, Row We Go,
From the One & Only Flow
Remember: Life is But a DREAM,
But It’s No Nightmare, so just don’t scream
Yet just Beware, Life is more than it seems
And take care, when you find what it means.
There’s secrets there in your Blue Genes
Follow the helix & climb the ladder, to see what remains to be seen.
Don’t get cut by the slice of the rain, just get clean,
but it’s no ice, so just row gently down the stream;
But the price is, when the water is hotter,
you must be careful of the steam.
Take a clue from the fearful deer, caught in the high beam
Hear the cheerful children working together as a team.
Remember to lucidly waken up, within this dream.
The Ember which was taken from the fire of the Queen,
Shall light aflame the propaganda of the Imperial War Machine,
written in the pages of a proper magazine;
who’s the prince, & who’s the pauper?
That remains to be seen.
Just go to the plane that’s ethereal
& take a bite of your spiritual cereal.
Beyond the ceremonial burial of the Pharaoh & his cats,
We find these felines are our guides: What do you think of that?
Slowly chew this fine offering, gifted from the other side,
And as the crew rows gently down this stream, Please don’t hide
from the bats, for this is their cave too.
Just know, that there are other ways of seeing, Yet
those who realize this are few; You can bet
That if you take your eyes off the prize,
You shall be guided by your guides.
Sprinkle those holy grains with moo juice
From Mother Cow, & your gains shall be told of in a tale
by Mother Goose. While the pains of this world shall
Pale in comparison to the knowledge of the truth.
Swallow that sacrament with milk that flows like silk,
From that bowl, which is hollow, and then you shall follow
the path and the way of not wrath,
But of love, each & every day,
and this love is a gift from above,
gliding on the wings of the dove,
& Divine source doth Say:

“Row, Row, Row We Go
Straight to the Flow
Yet as we row with the Flow,
There’s only one way to go;
I SAY, forsooth, verily,
The only way that we should row
is Merrily, Merrily, Merrily!
Yet some still walk the path quite warily.
Know to knot fear these tears, when they’re tears of joy.
Oh boy, there’s no need to be coy;
just feel the force, coming from divine Source of course,
& heal the damage wrought by Greeks in their Trojan
Horse: “Beware of Greeks bearing gifts”,
For the mare just seeks tearing rifts,
And it’s a trouble that turns cities to rubble,
Yet its this faire love of us freaks & our caring that lifts our spirits high,
so expand the bubble before it pops and you’ll know why;
yet it means double when it’s those we know who die.
Just smile & sigh, then you shall fly, it’s no lie;
It all comes around again in the end


So, Row, Row, Row We Go,
From the One & Only Flow
And as you flow, you know
that this spiritual cereal is surreal
or it’s maybe just SO REAL
Its so real that you can finally feel,
and you begin to heal, and you’re spun on fortune’s wheel,
& you don’t have to worry about where you get your next meal,
& you don’t fear God’s seals, & the senseless lose their power to kill
and your soul blossoms by your own divine will.
You then know not all answers lie hidden in a pill,
For this ethereal SPIRIT is with us still,
And when you feel that you have had your fill
of this spiritual cereal, You think of how Jack & Jill
did take a spill, & you fall to your knees & pray,
yet you don’t sink; you stay afloat, for you’re in your boat,
And this is the way I say,
you must stay still, & the SPIRIT shall REVEAL
The way of the fey if you but kneel;
So, We are Rowing, We are Going,
We are Knowing, We are Flowing,
We must keep track of the seeds we are sowing,
And to the blossoming flowers of this love that is growing,
The current of this stream is not slowing,
The light at the end of the tunnel is showing,
and glowing, so just keep rowing
and you’ll find a peace of mind in the signs,
& as you pray, you shall play along the way
& as you climb the ladder,
they’ll say you’re Madder than a Hatter;
follow the pitter-patter of drops of water,
& flow above and beyond the falls
unto the mind of the ALL,
& the Ka-Ma-La-Chi Elves shall reveal themselves,
For the veil has been lifted,
& the Blessed Realm has been Gifted
So, Row, Row, Row, We Go
Straight to the Flow
R0W, ROW, R0W
ROW, R0W
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