Who am I, I cannot say, you see my seasons they change from day to day.
Poets, Priest, Assassin, thief, my magic suspends my disbelief.
Who am I, I'm just a pack of lies, I'm a tower of cards, I'm the yarn of a bard, I'm the jest of a fool,
a glittering jew, I'm just a candy coated castle in the sky.
But these beetle self,
it's just the daydream of an angel, it's the shadow of the rainbow.
It's the twinkling, and the inkling of a blink of an all-seeing eye.
Tear down your lying idols，and let your truth spring free.
Stop searching and find, stop listening and hear, stop looking and simply see.
Do what thou wilt and no other thing.
Wander alone in the crowd, and sin,
and fin of the tombs of a man and his messes,
cause when disaster comes knocking, it's us fools would be laughing.
Now Noah and his folks, when they neighborhood joke,
till the rain started falling and the levees broke,
and too late the profane, saw the error of that ways, at the end of their tethers, and "the ancient of days".
So don't get manic and panic(ed), when terror taints Titanic,
just don't stand and stare the waves as it breaks.
Do what thou wilt, whatever it takes.
Follow lord, fortune whatever he leads, and petition your demon, pretend your needs.
Go crazy, go wild, get wasted, get wise.
Wake up from your nightmares, and stop believe in their lies.
Get active, get radical, get real and get magical.
Aspire to your heights and embrace all your lows.
give in to desire, let the flood of lust flow,
let experience unjudged, be your teacher supreme,
and the mystical marriage of the king and his queen.
For devotion delivered from last result,destroys the delusions of the personal cult.
And the seed of the apple, the snake gave the dove,
that was Shakti and Shiva, united in love.
Now the fruits, as the knowledge of good and ill,
was a necessary evil, but a bitter-sweet pill.
But the fruit of the tree of eternal life, as itself to alleviate our mortal strife.
You see the kiss of the cobra, both kills and cures,
and the only defense is a heart that's pure.
It's a drug to unhinge the temple's door,
and the key to the kingdom where love is the lord.
The world of sin is restriction,
so give in to a sacred addiction,
get drunk on the wine of the light divine, so bright that it bites and it burns your mind blind.
Divorced from mistaken identification,to all but to love,
and embrace the creation.
Witness each breath with this passionate wonder,
at once, here and now, in the blissful blue yonder.
Honor the body is the bride of the king,
and nurture the spark of desire within.
Let reason and passion, be your left and your right,
no more divided than days from night.
Then unite by your art, your head, and your heart,
for emptiness ends,
where eternity starts.
Let go and let reap,
take a ride, take a trip,
get to work, get to bed, get a life, get a grip.
Take a leave with your senses, your cunning pretenses,
pick up your beds and tear down your defenses,
and retrace the course of the spring to its source.
And in time before mind, where god only knows,
and the garden of Eden, where the tree of life grows.