8 Spiritual Position Feat. Joseph Campbell (Prod. by Soul Shinobi)
Hear this & you’ll drift into my spiritual position I mirror what you listen in the astral planes Though my past is strange, I’ve cast & slain devils with my math arranged in levels from a bastard’s pain like the wrath of Cain From cursed to blessed, the Earth is my breath and my cursive letters reverse the sedatives That worsen your betterment, though my verses’ impediment is rhyming & rhetoric, I chime them with veterans They rise and settle like suns do, I’m better than Sun Tzu I practice the art of Peace & rebirthing My speeches breed & nurture beasts into perfect kinesis, with mirth in thesis My worth is speechless what I birth in theses is parallel to none, many names chronologically I'm the barrel of a gun with many aims astrologically Your master's hypotheses compared to my Suns when they're gleaming at the end of the evening Is barely glum I dare to shun those that lend a deceiving ear to my gleanings, spear those that are breeding fear If you're breathing near me, keep an ear to the slums while you're reading theories like fearing nuns I bear & son cosmic rays & pulsars I engulf stars in my bars & prayers Thwarting layers of beings from the greyest regions With akashic entities of cosmic densities I script singularities of event horizons Shift the polarities & rise as a distant aerial mist with a mystic clarityLift to the Aethers, verily, I'm eager to reach the rift and transcend it Span centuries of teachings blissful then millenias & eons till I merge With the supreme essence & breathe blessings Hemming them with freon to preserve your dream's message, Be centred & be calm You're endlessly beyond your wildest imaginings Sense it & be gone, miles of travelling In a nanosecond, you can handle the pressure Smile, you're unravelling the answers to lessons unseen as the sun gleams on your astral body & blasts through nadis, you're a boddhisattva You're godly & masterful, wrought & cast as a copy of the Master or Mistress Don't be cast as misfits Pass & glimpse it In the vastness of this inkling Of passionate inking Rational thinking Won't get you to the path of the mystics to the Portals of the Gods The oracles of Lost & forgotten ages The cosmic pages of Enoch Prophets & devas Talk with maidens Of Vaikuntha & Hiranyaloka Nirvana is in your midst Let your prana shift & go beyond the vocal confines of these spoken rhymes Its just a token of the mind's Infinite capabilities Escape the killing sprees Of dictators' villainies just savour this healing breeze Let it overtake you with sober sapience Control the hatred you're golden & ancient