Prodigy and Masters

Prodigy and Masters

Awake in this dream we call life

Awake

Awake to the accessibility of light and inspiration

The prodigy boy Malik

Emitting his knowingness though Chellos cords

Through the pouring out of his heart

At the tip of every fingertip

 

Every concentrated pick and stroke

Stepping In the truth he uttered

That when he "becomes the music

There are no mistaken cords"

 No mistaken notes

Perception changes and there

Only Isnees

That is allowed to transmit to ears and hearts

To gift an exchange of vibration

Meaning as we are instruments

In observation

Emitting our beating hearts

Emitting our thought waves and snowflake patters

Filling the picture ocean

Filling and exchanging

Filling and merging

And emptying from false ideas

Emptying form the holding on

And hanging on

To the overcoat of society

To the protection that is no longer ours

To the holograms echo that is here to be seen

Seen and acknowledged

Let us release these slaves and we too be free now

Free as the knowing of the meeting of the masters strings

Being played by masters and prodigies

Who created these bodies out of visions and dreams

As the master craftsmen do Chellos and strings