Sunflower seeds part 1 [planting principles ]

Recognize the godly fashioned
Fluent in the language of water splashing
precious stone, mystic bowl grabbing
Incents, incantation…spell casting…
How can you believe in miracles but not in magic,
In the closet trying to separate coats from jackets..
[Superstitious] petrified of caskets
While I be multi verse, worm hole, star gate traveling…
Electro-magnetic frame, logically baffling
Aura solar glow, infinite, everlasting…
Sound waves, galactic, geometric patterns,
Frequency tuning past the rings of Saturn,
Moving to drums like native, indigenous ancients..
That dance and chant, wearing… war painted faces,
Gratuity for how the moon influences me..
That the so-called civilized claim is lunacy,
Balancing the scales of righteous infamy,
Lower self vs. higher self, acidity vs. alkalinity

Verse 2
Advance another chapter turn the page…
Eternal inner praise, the final stage of a sage,
Reoccurring returns to earth, unrehearsed,
Past de ja ve,… Fetus, amnesia thru water birth
This existence limits thoughts concentrated
There are parts of my DNA that have yet to be activated…
Let your 3rd eye see what’s really in me,
Concealed inside is an upside down tree,
Fruit from the loins, roots from the mind,
Branches as the ligaments, base as the spin [Combined]
Scientists whisper in chalk board conversations…
Not knowing my very essence is lord conformation,
No time machine needed, my thoughts cross realities control…I mold, add to it or decrease it…
Bend light, fold it and crease it…
Alternate versions of me divided through out dimensions in pieces…
To yield more seeds in the field…at will
With my planetary pyro-gyro-hydro windmills

Verse 3
Being in my circle is like being in a lab with
Extra-terrestrial alchemist, working cosmic calculus
I study, steadfast, grind till sand turns to glass,
With the hands of fate using Karma tying future to the pass…
Staying steady, I serve, observe, seldom swerve,
Aware of curbs and curves that disturb and test nerve..
That’s why the words of a heathen have little meaning….
When my lines are chizzled thru deep thinking
Delivered thru deep breathing,
Thieves be deep creeping…
In our sacred temples for numerous reasons,
Deceiving… our children, before they even start teething…
Intuition driven, intention transparent vision,
to ensure treasure is not coveted by the ones that ain’t giving…
with their hidden henchmen setting up restrictions
egotistic, cleverly wicked blocking extensions
so for those that know more, more is expected,
that’s why I accept it, and proceed to cleaning up the wreckage…