I got soul,
a flare,
when the authorities are so big.
We have dark roots.
We’re not gonna terrorize anybody.
This is the poem that tell you where it’s at,
the soul we find in the machine.
Can you stomach this long road?
Reach for middle ground,
and no soul will show for you.
Life isn’t easy on my mark, get set,
and my personal arraignment will show you the hallway
and the entrance room.
Exploding tigers, eh?
Exploding entranceways.
Exploding tests.

Your soul returns in a blissful way. [sing line]
I can’t find my wife.
I can’t help it.
I’m just get lost in things.
What’s the status on my boy?
He tries to finish.
One second,
make me some time.
I will operate on my parents.
I will come right straight to you.

This is Dylan.
You look like Jesus.
What are you reading?
I will be right there growin’ up.
I will give you forms and things,
all your books.
No one pets me.
I would love to guard against that.

The evolution of a single day,
we minimize it,
blocked by life’s stuff.
We can’t see the carton in the room
we hold evolutionary purpose.
We split in two,
just bang our heads against the wall,
grab society by the horns
and be pulled apart by it.

We are pulled apart by society,
so many tin cans in the room.
How do we detach from all this stuff?
Bring society into the room
keepin’ your knees in it,
and you’re just gonna get lost in it.
I have an opera beyond society,
behind every little thing in the world.
It’s where I eat lunch.
You hear it in these stanzas.

Okay I’ve got a grow room,
and the entanglements abide.
You hear it every day.
I’ve got a little boy named Nithish
taken from me,
and I complain about my poetry:
reader get me more.
And I’m worried about my dogs dyin’,
the lack of respect I get from my landlord,
and the soup I had lunch with yesterday.
These are entanglements.

Auroville doesn’t need me, does it?
And no one in Auroville
will give me a sticker
and put my name on their greeting card,
at all.
I remain isolated,
and they publish my poem every week
in their newspaper.
I write poems there too.
The yoga will not even give me the time of day,
the yoga of human unity
and life on earth
growin’ oneness wings.

Okay what is soul purpose?
Can an entanglement say that?
I’m watchin’ evolution here.
It’s sees me,
but I think it’s turned the other way.
I’m bummed out about my entanglement.

These are vital moods
the life force carries
all day long.
I can’t get rid of ‘em.
It’s a spell from places deep.

Alright there’s a chester drawer,
also from places deep.
It’s the soul in the room,
behind and apart from everything.
Yes, yes sing to Auroville today
a guiding light,
write poems to the yoga,
and hold that boy when I tell yah to,
and let go of your status among men.
I’m the soul detach worth,
and I’ve got mountains of soul change ahead.
You hear that music now.

It’s a blister on Easter.
It’s hard to come about.
It’s the soul detach on things,
and you hear it now,
and it feels good, doesn’t it?
How do you cultivate this nigger?
By puttin’ soul change ahead,
recognizin’ your time of sleep
guides towards that
when you wake up from dream.

Don’t just stay in your room.
Have you ever put your thoughts in another
as they walk by?
What thoughts are they havin’?
And you’re tryin’ to wear their skin.
You feel them there.
And pick out some sore spot upon the Earth,
and put your consciousness there
like you can’t get bread too,
and your children are dyin’,
and you feel this with your tears.
Can you get there?

You’re openin’ up soul in the room,
and you keep doin’ it with everyone you meet,
especially those close to you,
and this is an inner job.
They just know you’re sweet and kind
and tryin’ to figure them out.
You keep your hand on that lever,
everybody
won’t even know you’re doin’ it.
You know how selfish people are.
I don’t know if there are any returns on this.
I haven’t gotten any yet.
People don’t see it.
They see themselves,
and you’re givin’ them what they’re worth.
That’s hard.
Entanglement number four,
fuck you.

Are we all here a hero’s worth?
I think not.
We’re just involved with ourselves,
and we sum it up for loved ones,
satellite I’s
of our solar star.
The soul change
gets us to see our room
differently.
It’s a battleground in there
to separate the wheat from the chaff,
and you don’t let no one down.

You learn what’s expensive in your room
and costs you your evolution,
what’s expensive in there
to hold you up every time.
Can you see this notion?
It’s a soul room,
where peace on earth comes from
in the larger sphere.
Can you gauge this?

I’ve just given yah a formula for world change,
and all you that know how,
will you dance with me?
It’s a formula you give your room

that opens up the world to us.
It doesn’t come in a tin can.
Is that so hard to believe?
You try to wear their skin
thought today.

Open the door.
You try to wear their thought today.
Takin’ a bath
belly up
while we ride that tone,
we really reach in our heads and get it done,
findin’ the light in everybody
and brinin’ evolution to the forefront
detachin’ ourselves from all these cares
gettin’ to the soul need of each one
and bein’ big there.
¿Comprende?

Making’ the soul of sacrifice,
can you pull a soul play in that room?
It’s a shame you brought your brush,
charmin’ hair Nithish.
He’s not a pumpkin no more
cause he’s got the credit card
to bring you in lean with him,
and he can’t say your name right.
A child forgets his toys
if they get lost,
and should he perchance see you,
they kid cashes in
taking advantage,
and you’re left swingin’
on a short rope.
It’s okay he loves you.
Just get away from him in thought
and wrappin’ around him all the time.
Let the soul take over.
No problem connecting him to you

there’s a soul range ahead.
Capisce?

To the soul on earth need help,
and you see the need,
and you parachute in.
I’m not tellin’ you to leave him alone.
All's worth on him and he needs to see yours,
before you run out of windows for him.
A moment in my futile pen
all's say.
No one holds the true purpose of mankind.
One major
soul note I have given you
at my own expense,
and now I have to live with this.
They had a nice chair there buddy.
Learn to look though.
Take pictures of him again
it’s bright and shiny future
says Earth must do.

I did yet the big big pen to help me find him.
It’s just my name’s not on his notebook anymore,
and what can you do with that?
What’s that music?
He really felt it,
and he really
wanted our hope back.

I’ve got a lot of folding chairs here,
and they’re supposed to sit in ‘em,
like in 24 hours,
on a moment’s notice.
I grab my dick and double click,
and no one comes along
(I’m murderin’ my pen),
except a thoughtful read
of you my good friend
right now.
Oh gosh gee I’m sorry,
I can’t pull it out,
the poem that says it all,
and you do see me tryin’.
You are the world to me.
Oh, sing with me, sing for the year.
Sing for the laughter, and sing for the tear.
[sing two above lines turn of “Dream On”]

The slightest word crowd,
you can really show the writing on the wall.
A few minutes ago you had us to the tune of “Dream On”.
If it doesn’t work out for you,
dream on,
but we don't doubt that boy
woke up.