LYRIC
The unified field whispers
So I open
Lit substance of sentience undiluted
Mind as prism
Aliveness sees it, all colors coincide
I am insect spit and tree sap
I belong to the mother, I am her
I was with "me"
And yet I was I
The great I Am
The unified field whispers
So I open
Lit substance of sentience undiluted
Mind as prism
Aliveness sees it, all colors coincide
I am insect spit and tree sap
I belong to the mother, I am her
I was with "me"
And yet I was I
The great I Am
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The unified field whispers
So I open
Lit substance of sentience undiluted
Mind as prism
Aliveness sees it, all colors coincide
I am insect spit and tree sap
I belong to the mother, I am her
I was with "me"
And yet I was I
The great I Am
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