Adam E. Pilger
 As I spin through time on this linear path of mine, my thoughts on the ground begin to look around. Time caresses rhythm as rhythm caresses time, vibrations rhyme, the sounds grow like a vine The wisdom that's within unveils itself to us. Like how the clouds up in the sky, are unique to every eye. The mind never fails to remind us where we've been. So as we fly on by through this never ending spin, with our mind's eye open, our third eye scop'n. Our dreams can start to manifest and show us how we're on a quest, reminding us there is no 'best'. Good and bad don't exist, right and wrong are obsolete. Give the mind a little treat, and let your body feel the heat. Let the drums molest your mind, allow the base to rub your feet. Find for tones that tap your bones. Taste the melodic and harmonic combined. Extract excessive bliss from rhythmiphonic ecstacy and our message we will find... A.E.P. 1999 |