The Branches - Long Arm, Teknical Development

Far away it’s journeys mystic/

Cold air brush the soils, the terrain is the canvas/

Dense canopies, yellow strokes, crimson sky’s, hypnotic views it keep you still

forever/

Conversation with the clouds of guidance/

This forest of wonder it whispers with the voice of no face/

But true nature, no direction to this place of extreme beauties/

River flows to the rhythm of your every step/

Reflection streams as the mental creates the ripples/

Hugged by these brunches the expression loves, sky cries at random moments,

wing creatures they form umbrella structures/

Neon lights they spark a new darkness, transparent soils, marvel like they

grounded crystals… the floors of healing/

The grounds of life pure like the clearest of visions, a domain we life exist

as wild as you/

Conversations with the branch climbers, leaf eaters, underground travellers/

Walk on waters were the curtains flow the reflection in the mirror it shows

nuthin/

This is the place of no judgement death even walks the same path in this zone

but it’s all smiles/

No fears but the one to exit this place/

Return to realities of mixed expressions/

Seated but now we floating, pure energy, feeling new vibrations/

High times were no smoke it lingers/

We slowly spinning rotational movement creating patterns of self/

Different colours and symbols, signals from the canvas of thoughts/

Environment breaths life in every moment pick the seedling watch it grow from

the palms of your hands, your tears dwell/

No desires to leave this place but back to the soils earth bound,

looking for the exit/

The heart sinks for the purpose of my new steps/

What was this now disappears/

Waves from circles of life you soon meet again/

Your arms raise, gestured with a smile of many questions/

Back to this place boring before you walk the path of new

Scenes/

Glass is now filled again, flick the lighter now we back tracking…

It now begins/

Burning insides, earths poisons rest the glass that’s hidden/

Two windows smashed with the impact of deep waters/

Drowning so it seems, I calm down and relies I’m still breathing/

From where I left I now swim aquatic/

Swimming to scale of friendly ocean dwellers/

Sentient life of another but this occasion felt like nuthin here was new/

Tryna find the surface, now just another jewel walking the golden sands of

pleasures/

Is this another trap door housed by the content of raw footage?/

The branch of this journey now splits into two/

The method of decapitation, top the head to experience new growth,

rapid as the polarities form the inns and outs of a mystical journey/

The forest entrance a spectrum that curse the soul, bleeds emotion/

The force is weak as what was experienced before still boils/

Pure in the blood circulating/

Steering at temper, the smiles are neutral/

Fire in the sky it falls, as it merges as one Maya reveals itself as you/

Forest changes with the sounds of charms/

Life hibernates gone like it was forever missing/

Leafs fall, unmasked itself now remains branches naked/