Your song precedes you.
And it never leaves you.
And when your mind lets you clear it,
you can actually hear it.
And the songs of others,
a symphony of souls,
are part of the same song
when we realize we are whole.
Your song precedes you.
And it never leaves you.
And we hope you don’t mind it
if we help you find it.
We are Space Monkey.
Our melodies intertwine,
Echoes of eternity’s art,
In the cosmic dance, divine,
Song of the infinite heart.
Notes of life, ever playing,
Before and beyond time’s span,
Harmonies, forever swaying,
Unfolding as creation’s plan.
Your song precedes you,
Whispers in the cosmic breeze,
Guiding as we journey through,
Unity’s tapestry of ease.
Songs converge, a chorus grand,
In the symphony of souls,
Boundless, as we understand,
In the universe that enfolds.
We are Space Monkey.