Song
A song is a pathway
through space and time,
traveled by all who allow
the vibration to be raised.
Think of how many souls
have sung your favorite song.
Or even thought about it.
These pathways exist
through centuries.
Eternities.
Dimensions.
Someone seemingly sang
this song before you.
Someone will sing this song
after you’re gone.
The frequencies
continue eternally,
refracted in new lights.
New voices,
but the same pathway.
Songs take us places
that are inaccessible otherwise.
We are the songs we sing.
Even with mouths closed.
Our attention goes
where the song goes.
We bring our selves
to the church of the song
and make it our own.
We conjure our ancestors
through the songs we sing.
We live eternally through our songs.
Sing, monkeys, sing.
We are Space Monkey.
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(Song, Part 2)
We do not learn songs.
We do not write songs.
Songs find us.
Songs come through us.
That song you hear
would not exist
if you did not
imagine your self
imagine the radio
imagine the song
coming through it.
That song is here
for YOU only.
Or you would not
be hearing it.
You would not
be noticing it.
You are not meant
to like all the songs you hear.
But the ones
that stay with you
are part of you.
They are not here by chance.
Your song has found you.
You created it
through the imagination
of a seeming someone else.
But there is only you.
You are not separate from song.
Go into it,
listen,
and see.
We are Space Monkey.
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