Everything Feeds Everything

With this cloud The sun found a new weather hole to breathe through
The weather rains and sweats
spits and defeats the pressure
defeats everything
but gravity

Mastering gravity was easy
Getting lifted
Quenching your poor spirits
With nectar
We speak to each other
Already demigods in our minds

The weather supports the crows
Bringing tides of knowledge to the shamans
The shaman says om
When the scholar says oh

The tide doesn't produce
It creates
Weather the tide
Whether the place
Regardless of circumstance
The air feeds your mind
Everything

And everything feeds everything
Slowly quickly in every duality
Speak claims to the proclaimed
Speak rhymes to the understanding
Speak rhythm to the heartless
While they obsess

I can feel the obsession
It would annoy me
But... its interesting.
The earth drops dirt
Into her mouth
She leaves behind falseness
The dirt is sacred
It claims her soul

Om