Sunshine Neo-Freescape

Sunshine Neo-Freescape

There are a million arguments
All leading to the same truth
This is when the bells begin to toll
In those ancient melodies of longing love
Mixed in with joy and sadness
Sweet and sour
By order of General Chow

Hell we’re in the gross plane
Why look for anything
That doesn’t have a hook
From the deepening blind
Is a sprig sprouting upward
Into the bright sunshine neo-freescape
Ready to take flight
In an experientially immeasurable cosmic climb

I’m illusion to you
You’re illusion to me
But there’s only one truth
And here we are standing in its shadow
Though it’s inadvisable to besmirch it
Or to un-vibrate the warble
Of the unlimited mind

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