Wednesday, 1 October 2014

The Bridge

So i've got to say, this is purely romantic.
Or at least, of what i make of romance.

So you know this feeling,
when you're standing on a bridge alone?
You have nothing on your mind,
you're just watching the water flow under you.
As you stare at the water,
gently floating under, its gives you a sensation.

That the water is stagnant,
And the bridge is floating, gently.
Do you realize what happened?

You became the flow.

Even for a second if so.
It's just how it happens.
You're just standing there,
staring into point blank.
It's the only time you let down your flank.
There's no guard, there's no feeling.
Your mind feels like its about the hit the ceiling.

Understand that just like this flow,
You are the person, the one to go.
You just have to stop, stand, stare.
The whole world will revolve around you,

Love, it's like a melody.
When you're in love you know.
It doesn't have to be eternal love, 
for it to show.
It's just a feeling, like any other.
So what about the rest of them,
Aren't they intense too?
Of course they are, 
Only your perception is too far.
Look, it's just a simple road.
There are many great melodies.

With time the memories unfold.
Things that happen, do for a reason.
Time heals all,
It happens every season.
What's happened is a must,
Don't call it unjust.
Not just yet,
before you make moves you regret.

Because that's the feeling of pain,
That's why your mind strains.
Why make a decision based on now,
When we know it's all we have.
Why don't we let now, make the decision for us?

It's simple, yet so strange.
It seems like the process is a game.
But it's  not, its just the thought.
What your heart feels is the only truth.
But you know, it's your only youth.
Never comes again.

Would you stand on the bridge.
Close your eyes for a second?
The river will speak to you.
You'll learn another lesson.

I've told you more everyday,
And everyday i've known less.
As time passes by,
I pass by.
I've opened the room,
When the outside was flushed with water.

It swept in 
swept me off my feet.
Gobbled up the room.
And again, everything was lost.
Everything inside was floating.
But do you realize, what happened?

I became a part of something bigger.
Bigger than me, bigger than the room.
Bigger than the vessel.
I was a part of the river/sea/ocean.
I was a part of something which had everything,
Now i don't need to swim my way.
The potential energy carries me through.

They say if you're drowning,
and you try to fight it, you'll drown.
Listen to the voice inside you,
Float, the water will just surface you.
Don't lose your breath just yet.
In the end, you're on top.
Don't tire yourself by fighting nature.
It has it's ways.
But it's never unfair.
It does what it has to.
Because it's bigger than mankind.

Bigger than the worldly realm,
It ceases to exist on this material plane.
Of course if you really want to make this,
about water and drowning and technicality,
you'll never understand what the fuck i'm saying.

But trust me, don't use your mind.
Just read, just feel my words.
Don't you think there's something more.
More to what i'm saying?
Well its all about opinion.
I'm just a messenger.

But okay, we'll go with the heart.
Ever feel like it's hurting.
It's trying to tell you something.
Why don't you listen, 
Instead of reacting to it.
Why don't you drown in it's sorrow when it pains?
Why do you want to do something about it.
Are you going to die?
Probably not.

But you will, inside.
If you don't listen to it.
One day, it just stops talking to you.
Believe me, when that happens,
You're already dead.
Why make everything so complicated.

Why don't you just sit and watch.

I know, it's not easy to sit on a chair.
And watch, the whole world burn around you.
But really, do you think running into,
the fire is a better option?
You really must be willing to sacrifice.
Of course, you can see no one following.

It's a road which is not meant to be followed.
Whoever stands on the bridge is the river.
The river will show you the way.
But are you willing to just sit there and see?
Maybe, maybe not.
But you can give it a try can't you?

What is it that you really want?
You can't have an answer, without having a question.
Throw your questions in.
Indeed you will find the answer.
Just articulate the question.
You know, when you know something.
From deep inside, you just know it.

There is nothing which can show you,
or tell you or lead you.
It's only what you see fit to you, 
that will lead you.
But listen to it closely.
There's a difference, 
between what you feel,
and what you think you feel.

When you're lost and you can't find the bridge.
Stop, go back in time.
Where did you start out from?
Where was your home,
from where you walked out of,
to seek what you do.
There's no other way.
Maybe try it another day.

Faith is word used too often,
Felt too little.

Emily tries, but misunderstands.
She's often inclined to borrow,
somebodies dreams till tomorrow.

Monday, 22 September 2014

Technical Hiccups

Can i interest you with some background music ?

Reap with a smile, get to walk another mile

I get to see the destruction while you try and cross it.
I get to see the construction whilst they don't even gloss it.
I get to be the obstruction and don't even doubt it.
I get to play the game without the fame.
I get to see your shame, without the pain.
To me you're all the same, one day train. The next day fail.
The day after call. The next week fall.
The week after you stand tall.

Like nothing happened.
Like something should speak.
Like i should make your senses tweak.
What is it i teach?
I teach how to preach.
If you don't practice your education.
You can't know the next station.
So what good is a train.
When you know there is a plane?

What good is silence.
When all around you is violence?
I'll tell you.
Be silent.
They'll tell you be violent.

I'll tell you be a violin.
You know how it sounds?
It's painful yet wears a crown.
It's a wonderful epiphany.
To be the one you can never be.

To yourself you must question.
What is this inception.
Can you walk your own dreams?
Can you stalk your own being?

Can you satisfy yourself?
Can you prove your right, your wrong.
Can you answer your own demon.
Can you turn your instinctual beam on?

Intuition by day, Instinct by night.
Without a doubt, you can take flight.
Whoever you cross, you can witness their might.
As gentle as a feather,
or as firm as tuscan leather.

We must stay together.
You tell yourself that.
Because inside you is whatever can hide you.
Your child of dreams,
Your world of steam.
Turning into water,
As you watch the world slaughter.
What good is a name.

What happens to the blame?
Why do they point at you.
All you have been is true?
If it's so, you can jump and dance.
You can fall in everlasting romance.
You can see you have them all.
You can see they answer to every call.

Trust is a small word.
Like a sparrow is a small bird.
But the difference it makes?
Is real.
Because the sparrow's joy no one can steal.
It's beauty is whoever see's it.
It's kindness is whoever touches it.
It's throat you may slit.
But then where will you fit?

Is lust a must?
Can you then call it unjust?
It's only a matter of time.
When you look past the rhyme.
You realize it's you,
and then my words you will see through.
And then when you know where you stand,
You'll know what these words have planned.

It's a state of trance.
You can dance away your sins.
But remember, that's where it all begins.
A new road may unfold.
But the path may be warm or cold.
And so you're told,
To not let it get the better of you.

The bitter is drowned,
The horns are found.
They blow a gentle melody.
They remind me of great bark, a yellow tree.
You can see, it's serene.
It's a tree after all.
It's roots fall into the core.
It's like the edge of the shore.
From here there are two ways.

Onto the land,
or into the sea astray.
Wherever you are,
Direct your being.
It's true, it is.
Whatever you're feeling.

Don't waste time,
it's the only currency.
It's what makes the currents see.
Where to go, and where to hide.
What force to put behind the tide.
And finally when the new tracks arrive.
You know you made it,
and then you will thrive.

But that's the question.
Why wait to only survive?

When you know there is no man at the gate?
When you know there is no prison but your own mind.
Can't you free yourself?
Where can you hide?

It's the only thing stopping you from taking pride?
What have you found?
What do you feel now.
Are you spell bound.

If you don't believe,
take a rebound.
Bounce back on the floor,
drown the sorrow you bore.
There's only one way up, and no way down.

Do you understand now?
Get up, wear your crown.
Princess, turn into a queen.
The path is gentle,
like you it's clean.

To Laugh is a must.
To Love is not lust.
Passion is a flame.
Fire, is not a game.
Burning is important,
If you don't believe me record it.

Memorize your feeling,
when adrenaline hits your ceiling.
And run as fast as you can,
because soon there will be a change of plan.
Who makes the change?

Two hands to a clock,
One hand just to mock?
It's three.
it's the only way it can be.
Driver. Force. Core.
Mind, Body. Soul.
Tick. Tock. Tick.

Don't act like a prick.
Respect the whole lot.
It's better than getting lost.
Re-examine everything you've been told.
Discard anything that insults your soul.

Good, and old.
Take the stage.
Stomp your feet.
Or jump on your toes.
As high as your flight goes.
It has to land.
just make sure there's floor.
To have a lot of luggage, you need to store.
Whatever you've caught, is not to just get lost.
These are memories you bore.
And their pain you've tore.
But shed it nonetheless, every time you sink.
It's only a matter of two blinks.

Duty calls,
Fractal patterns and hyper-strength.
Go figure.

With lots of love and light,
Soul Psykik

Friday, 29 August 2014

Sat Namm

The truth is, what i'm searching for is everywhere. 
Yet, it is nowhere.

You see, its a choice of lifestyle.
Simple things that make a difference.
Yet, they don't ever matter. Never will.

 What you see is what you get.
Yet you'll be a man filled with regret.
Happiness is such, that temporary it's a must.

You see their pain, and it becomes yours.
This is what i call the irony of our age.
This is why, the whole world is a stage.
When you know beyond what you can grasp.

You finally collapse.
Your imagination is beyond imaginary.
That's why they call you a visionary.

But a visionary,

has a vision that's scary.
You see, it doesn't exist.

Yet you see, it does.
It's all about what your eyes can't see.
It's all about what they can never be.
It's a choice of lifestyle.

Here or there, everything is the same.
Of course, the atmosphere is different.
But the story stays the same,
Through the money and the fame.

The places may change,
but as humans we refrain.
We can be much more,
we can swim from shore to shore.

Tears, i need.
Tears, indeed.

But none come out,
Until there is no more doubt.

Wings we have sprout.
But fly, we cannot.

Soar we can, that's the simple plan.
But how far are you willing to go.

After all,
materialism is all there is to show.

There's an option,
Go slow.

But when you do, you become the flow.
And when eyes and ears you can be,
What happens to your own?
Where do they go.
In a carnival of rust,

You're just a ghost in the dust.
Not a part of the plane.
Yet, a dart in the game.
You see, and they feel.

You hear, and they pain.
And then it ripples,
with immense power.
And then the fury upon you showers.
Where will you go.
When there's no one left to save you from yourself.

The truth is my identity.

The truth is all i am.
Whoever has to find me, will find me.
Whoever has to confide in me.

Whoever has to bind with me.
I remain transparent.
It's apparent.
It's all there is.

I am all there is.
I love you all.
I shall never fall.

Just, pick up my call.
Because when the time comes,
You will hear a million hums.

Of hearts that you've broken.
And ties that you've severed.

May the peace find you.
May the light find you.

May love surround you.
Thank you Max, Manuella, Sara, Jasbhagat, Ajja, Naima, Parvati Records and all the other beautiful beings!

Grazie mille Blackmoon 2014, Italy                                                                                                                                             - Soul Psykik

Thursday, 3 July 2014

The Two Souls : Hope and Grace

So now you embark upon a gentle song,
A shallow whisper. .
A sense of belonging is in the air.
There is a feathery touch to a slithering snake.
There is a shimmery look to a vanishing fade.

What sorcery is this?

The room is filled with aroma.
The broomstick is gone.
The witch is flying.
In her tower, but. Rapunzel is crying.

Who are these creatures.
Why are they spying?

The two sisters.

Hope and Grace.
They come and go without a trace.
They speak those words, then vanish into haze.
This chaos is caused by a creative space.

There's music in the air, some cards here or there.
They gently speak with a laugh or two.
A tone of blue, a hint of green.
And there we have the yellow submarine.
There's a wine filled glass, called sangria. It's class.
There's a green eye divinity, staring at a million entities.
Her tattoo says ' serendipity '.
Her neck is glowing, her hair is always flowing.
source :

What's there in a name?
She asks, as a gentlemen offers her a glass.
Her shiny white teeth, takes the gentleness of the sheets.
The man is raw, and staring at her bare.
Inside his mind, plays a million dirty dares.

The stench of the drink,
And her heart subtly shrinks.
She lands on the bottom of the sink.
In her despair,
She stares at another pair.
Another set of lovely shoes lost their flare.

To her disgust, was just a matter of trust.
That she couldn't see what her eyes told she must.
Is it a camera, or a mirror of dust?
Is this all they have to offer, some dirty lust?

Source :


What is there in your name?
She asks, now.
Who are you and what is your game?
What do you think..

You could please me?
Do you think you'd like to tease me?
I've seen the likes of you, and a million more i see.
Around me, you drool like a bunch of fleas.

I sit here, and drown myself in this elixir named Ethanol.
Oh, snap.
That's not what you folks call it these days.
I guess it's alcohol.

Well, all i see now is you and your sorry excuse.
You come to me, and my beauty you try and seduce.
I watch your eyes, and your slyly smirking lips.
And you think that gives you the right to stare at my hips?

Source :

And then you say, that i'm being loud.
And then you say, you're not wrong, it was just the crowd?

Man, i should give you a crown.
You could be the worlds most celebrated clown.
But then again, calm down.
Look around you.
See what you've found?

Where have all the women drowned?

And then when Dylan ask's you.
"What was it you wanted? Tell me again so i know.
What's happening in there? Whats going on in your show?
Whatever you wanted, slipped out of my mind.
Would you remind me again, oh would you be so kind? "

Oh, where was i?
Yes, so why did you come to me?

Miss, i saw you from a distance.


I just wanted to get a closer look at you. .


Then you looked at me, and i wanted to. .
(Her eyes widened)
source :


I'm sorry i think i'm a little tipsy, I'm not usually like this.

So you were a little lost, and looking for a way to come
and express how YOU WOULD LIKE TO?

Talk to me is it?

Well, do you know where i was?

I looked at you looking at me and i looked into your eyes.
My self reflected in you and i saw what you were looking at.
Which was me.

And when i saw you looking at me,
And i looked at the way i was looking at you.
You didn't realize that i was looking through you..
To what you were looking at.

source :
Which was me.

And when i saw me i wasn't happy.
I wasn't happy the way i looked to you.

The way you would make me.
Or the way you want to make me.
Source :

Bitch, i have no idea what you're saying.
I'm out of here.
You wouldn't want to mess with me.
You don't know who i am.

Yeah? Who are you?
(Eyes ferocious) (Ready to rip)
Source :


Yes, who?

I'm the son of..

Ahan? GO ON!

I would love to know who you're born to and what you're born with.
Because that's what you think you are.
Because that's what you're proud to be.
Because that gives you a sense of manhood and strength.
The motive to conquer everything.
And objectify, dice, try, sink, smoke, drink, pass, tease, please, grab, touch, sense..
Everything that you see.
You're just another ZOMBIE.
source :

You're a nutcase, has someone told you?
You're barely a woman.
You're pathetic.

Really? You shouldn't have wasted so much time talking to me here then?
(Calming down)
What sense does it make?
(Smiling naughty)
Source :

Am I'm coming with you?

If you want to, i got a great ride back to great BIG(stressing) house.
And a great bed at that.
source :

(smirking, wink)
It's the good life.

She takes the drink, ingests it.
Starts to walk away.
Turns around.
Walks back, and splurt's it out on his shirt.

" I hope i PAINTED a pretty picture of you, for you. "

She's off.
source :

Mirror, mirror.
On the wall.
Who's the fairest one of all?

And as Hank Moody, say's,

" No matter how many times we get it  wrong, We never give up.
We keep trying. Until the beginning and end in a blurred something,
called Until We Meet Again..

And that's it, I didn't know how to finish it.

Because it's not over. And it'll never be over.

Until there is You. And there is Me.
There is Hope & Grace."

Source : The skies


Until we meet again..!

Friday, 13 June 2014

And the truth is? It.

If i may interest you in some background score!

the 60s life

O' infinite cosmos,

Grant me the serenity, to accept the things i cannot change.
And the Courage to change the things that i can.
And the Wisdom, to understand the difference.

And so the time comes, the final goodbye.
We feel like we've made it, oh we've been so high.
There is no more.
We've done all we've wanted to try.
Now is the time to step beyond the height.

To these old memories, we try and not fry.
We've misunderstood those melodies for far too long,
for our mind, body and soul to not be a part of this song.

We have all the solutions near us,
Of course, we were the ones who placed the question.
So look around, realize the omens.
Follow your feet.

How many times have we been told,
What we learn is not what we've sold.
Our learning only gives us a path,
The way forward is what we have to hatch.
A memory of our own,
Can turn a million threads into gold.

What is life? What is this journey?

don't do that to her.

Life is nothing but experience,
A gift of consciousness.
What we make of it is up to us.

Places that call out to your names,
Resonate with your favorite games.
Places that show you what you're made of,
Places that know you for what you're made of.

It's life and life only, but don't take it too easily.
Where there's light, there's always dark.
An eerie melody.
What conspires inside those caves,
Why do they call this celebration an evil rave?
Of course it's evident.
They'd like to stomp over the brave.

When there's a blue inside a package of green.
How can it go unseen?
How can the baggage remain clean?
So change we must, the one that tries to see unique.
It must disappear, it's exit must be sleek.
But then come the skies of reality and tides.
Then comes the storm which breaks all norms.

and then we rise

Then comes the power of the truth.
Then the world witnesses the power of the youth.
You don't have to be a part of the usual stations.

You don't have to be a story when you can be the whole book.
You just have to search for that window,
In every corner and nook.
Of course, there are witty players and silly crooks.
But find your way, through the gray.

Treat it like you must, you may want to turn dawn into dusk.
You may want to turn delicate into musk.
You may feel like the weather is unjust.
But when it rains, those droplets of relief.
That's when it rises.

a coming together of sorts

A story once told, a million times told differently.
What you make of it is you, i'm just the words.
But words of intelligence, no room for negligence.
What you make of it is secondary, what you understand from it is the truth.
So wind yourselves up for it's a wild world.
And grind your hearts, rip your souls apart.
It's not that small, like a game of darts.
It's big, and grand and the gates ever expand.

It's the consciousness, and all you can be is it.
The revolution has arrived.
Now you can wonder where you actually sit.

In offices and corporations, it's echoes thrive.
Now mix business with pleasure, as travel finds leisure.
As meditation finds movement,
As stillness turns dynamic.
As Indian starts to sound Arabic.
As we slowly get rid of those bad habits.

As we gently smile into the eyes of the rabbit.
There is no hole no more, there is no shore.
There's an ocean all around us.

serenity awaits

I call it the ocean of existence.
There's freedom and power.
There's a whole innocence filled shower.
When you get your wits straight,
And you can entangle with fate.
For what happens, happens for the whole world.

If injustice prevails, let it's tales unfold.
What you watch is watched all around.
How the design transforms into sound.
How the groove hits into your veins,
How the recipe is formed from the strain.

The secret to life.
Adventure is a must.
Risk is a frame, a window if it remains.
It opens for a while, if you catch it, smile!
If you don't, just wait.

Soon the window will turn into a gate.
Then walk past slow, and as you do. Glow.
Because you saw it coming,
And now the birds are humming.

Sing your song,
Prove the other side wrong.
Walk, your stride strong.
This last walk, is going to be long.

Real eyes, tear lies.

Eyes that tell, what lies in hell.
And eyes that ring an angelic innocent bell.
Eyes that catch, the heart skips a beat.
Eyes that smile, the lessons they silently teach.
There's a world in those eyes, and it's getting brighter.

There's a universe in every eye.
And we can see it getting higher.

Adrenaline, it's what makes us alive.
It's what tells us, that in this world we have to thrive.
Dance to your own beautiful vibe.
And let those instances coincide.
And then we shall find, It's never coincidence.

Maktub. Evidence.
Seeing it, not believing it.
Feeling it, yet not believing it.

When you can see it from your own eyes,
When you can feel it through your cores inside.
Know it.
It's the truth.
And the truth is all it has.
Be it.
says it all

The dancers become the sound.
The lights become the stage.
Holographic in nature, it can create any caricature.

Dimensions become infinite, even if it's just a room.
The Dj's, they make you move to the groove.

The Producer's they make you think.
Together, We all dance and Sync.

And then you realize, you didn't even blink.

To a beautiful year, of truth.
Of Realization.
Of Action.

And of course, the one religion.
Music. Connecting across borders.
Let's dance, lets enhance.

People call it the power of trance.
And so we're told, that's how a festival unfolds.

Lots of love & light
--Soul Psykik--

Wednesday, 23 April 2014

The Whole Spectrum

It's a brutal world out there.

Would you like some background music? -

Every son and every daughter once told,
In an instance a memory may turn into gold.
In a minute, the gold would want to be sold.
The glitter may never remain in one's constant hold.
The shine once traded,
The memory can never be faded.
It would haunt you till you last,
Like a spell you can cast.
So what you once heard, may come before your eyes.
What you once thought might just manifest in front of your sky.

The power of belief.

Sit tight child, we know you seek your relief.
A journey with no end,
A grand circus with nothing to spend.
Watch what you may like,
Glance at your insight.
Manifestation through light,
Thought of once through sound.
In a flux of energy,
We gather familiar synergy.
The smell of power.
The scent of the traitors tower.
The renegade.
The possession of the game.
The painting without a frame.

A simple strand of information.
Once heard, read or shared.
A ray of light, a stream of thought.
A relative, familiar experience.
Information became knowing.
Knowledge applied to form an experience.
Behold, manifestation.
We have now acquired, Wisdom.

What is this creature?
Is that a human bodied feature?
Can you breathe with your lungs?
Can you look above when you're stunned?

There's confusion in the air.
There, is a scientist's flair.

Is this all this world is about?
Can't imagination create doubt?
Has the time long passed,
Where there was a ray of white in the dark.
Can there be no more inventions?
Can we go to no more conventions?

Of course, it was meant to be.
Without basic logic, how can anyone see?
Oh, but what is it that you call logic?
And if it's not there, is the scenario always tragic?
Why, oh why. Can we not believe in a little magic!

To see something, to feel something, to hear something.
And still not believe it.
Stupidity. Ignorance.
If you can feel, see, touch and be.
What is it? why do you have to flee?

Ah, i see why.
Cos without logic, how can anything be free!
Of course, it must be.
Utopia is just a dream.
But we've lived it.
In moments, in seconds, and hours and frames.
We've felt it's silence, we've seen the beauty.
From the very music, slamming into our souls.

We see it.
A dreamer, and i'm not the only one.
What is it that a boy hasn't done.
Why can't he be called a man.
What roads must be tread on?
 However much we grow,
Still children inside.
From sunshine, we're alive.
By night, we dive.
In the darkness and the light alike,
By all means we let truth strike.

Sink into our eyes, and we will shine your power.
Whatever you have to offer,
We will personally chauffeur.
We let the universe decide,
Where what takes the strides.
Which soul may walk with pride.
Which wave may be a part of the tide.

The collective conscious,
The connected unconscious.
The million questions in my mind,
The trails our ancestors left behind.
I may talk about the far,
I may make you walk on that star.
I may even burn your own scar.
But i promise you..

The truth will give your humblest, brightest power.

With nothing more left to hide.
You may lay by my side.
You may smile, and sleep into the stillness.
Your vibrations clear, nothing may possess.
You walk free on this land,
With nothing in your head planned.
And you will discover,
Why i always say, the gates may be left unmanned.

But if and when the seed shall fall,
And the fiercest of evil may call.

I will find you.

I will unwind you.

I will tear your very surface.

I will smell out the leading trace.

And i will pass it on.
As memory.
As a reverie.
And the universe may absorb.
Absorb and interpret.
Interpret and respond.
And through waves of sound,
May leave you astound.

Or shine like rays,
And reveal a million grays.
Funny it may be, to see the world in gray.
Where all there is, is brilliantly colored hay.

From our paths, hope we never stray.

It takes courage to stand up and talk.
It also takes courage to sit down and listen.
And once you understand, why it is you may or may not glisten?
You may then realize the effort you've put in.
You may reap the seeds of the dreams you sit in.

Karma, is a lady.
Just make sure that she is beautiful.
Stick to the just.

Eventually, everything has to turn to dust.

What matters is what castle of sand you built.
A fort or a tomb.
A ground or a grave.
A party or a rave.
A celebration of the brave.
A battle of life.
A journey into inpsyght.
A dance of the gods.
A blessing from the lords.

To ability to see everything around you come alive.
It's magicc.
And magick is all there is.
To lure us to our beds.
Wondering how everything may sum up in the end.
Or will this road ever have it's last bend.

Well, it's not on us to see through the future.
It's not us to dwell in the past.
It's just on us to dance till we last.
It's just on us to laugh till we crack.
It's just on us to live in understanding.
It's just on us to see through the flight's landing.

Technological nightmare, oh sacred medieval prayer.
The frequencies travel, as another world of communication we unravel.
Emotions passing through wires? Who would've thought.
I'd say dreamt, and it's come alive.
This is how these inventions may thrive.
Ideas are unique as they come out of our minds.
They may be lost in the air, it's only a matter of time.
Invest in the thought that winds the day.
Into a string of purity, that may never fray.
A win is only a gesture, a loss another name for pain.
Detachment is the last lecture, when you no longer need to gain.

So walk past landscapes, jungles and rain-forest's.
Walk past mountains, capes, and plains.
Walk past the very demons, who's eyes go insane.
Walk past the evils in humans and beyond,
Fly into the light, and sing your favorite song.
For a day is just a day in the life of a day.
What comes to it, it takes.
Whether full of color, or just a shade of gray.

It is upon you.
With what you fill your tray?
For all the colors in the world ended up in a shiny white ray.

There we go,
The whole spectrum.
Live the colors, be the sound.
Give it your heart, dance through the ground.
Let your tree root, let your love be the fruit.
See the truth. Be the truth.
And it will set you free.

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Tuesday, 25 March 2014

Welcome to my Forest

The engines roar, and the trains move.
The musicians have made the bass and grooves.
The people they listen, their eyes sometime glisten.
Oh yes they can relate, after all at times they're reminded of their fate!

Who is this man, this messenger they say. Why is he trying to make my colors gray?

Deviation from norm, is progress.
Stories they tell her, where she can hide.
Where she can drift, by my side.
It's only fair, she tried.
Why o' why, was he so wild?

Why o' kind miss, can you give me little kiss.
I'm just another child, making my way through the wild.
Fun it is, i haven't been lost, for my folks say that is the only cost.
Not knowing where to go, has shown me how the wind blows.
How nature can take its course, how without steps we climb floors.
To jump and sing and dance and be, how dark are the leaves of this little tree?

There's so much contrast, this journey may not last.
There's too much past, my heart is in a cast.
From love and lies, from failure and tries.
From pain and goodbye's.
From unlearning and getting high.
Aha! You're casting judgment, and you ask why your armor dents?

You mighty warrior, You beautiful queen.

You charming face. You luring grace.

You magician of sorts, You brightest of all.

You hunter in the dark, You frayed tree bark.

Care to take off your glorious mask?

I don't see why, you need to be shy.
I don't see why, you need to be high.
I don't see why, you need to put on a face.
I don't see why, you need to leave a trace.

What are these clever moves?
What game is it that you're playing?

Don't you know i'm the owner of wherever it is you're staying?

I can see all you do, i can be all you are.
I can tell you what you're not, i can make you disappear.

I can make you understand fear.
I can tell you to witness panic.

I can create a RELATIONSHIP between bold and italics.

The echoes of the distant tide 

I can show you the mirror, i can make you quiver.
I can capture you in a picture, and convert it into literature.
I can see through your eyes, and be what you see.
I can be your eyes, and see what you're meant to be.

Oops, i'm late. The train is taking off.

Wait, where's the runway?

Aren't you going to leave tracks?

What are you saying, is it a plane in the air?

What gifts do you bare?

Answer my question, where are we going.
What is it in the wind, that is blowing?

Of course, the answer.
Remember Dylan?

Ah! now you get it.
You act like the villain!
Ooh, you little child, you're such a clean soul,
why is this darkness your only goal?

Goddess. Here, there. Everywhere.

Well, i have this love for the dark,
you should see the brightness of my sight!
In this dark i will be the one to bring you light.

So you're telling me what i am,
Or atleast what is planned.
And there's no other way to go about it,
all of this is already scanned?

Well of course not!
You see, there are a million parallel ways.
In an ocean, there are a zillion waves.
So which one you want to ride?
Are you ready to become the tide.

Na, let it be. You can't see.
Really, you can't see.
What? What is it that you can't be?

Everything? you can't be everything.
Well, of course i can.
Welcome to my world.

Engineers they dance, in their lonely trance.
Mathematicians they equate, and weave up the fate.
Dancing into glory, until the morning sun may rise,
These scientists with every night, become another world wise.

Chefs cook the ideas up, manifest into the daily grub.
With food comes energetic spirit, you would never have to spin it.
But stir, don't let the ingredients blur.
Cook up the paradise, discard the daily demise.

Lawyers make the layers, keep an eye on the players.
Act as they must, but try and not let the ruling be unjust.
The flow can smudge. Intuition over instinct, they think as fast as we blink.

Management fills the air, its the shiniest glare.
To take the risk they mustn't blink, for the ship can always sink.
And along with it goes the captain.
The easiest goal is to tap in.
But to tap, you have to be there in a snap.
Otherwise the ball is gone, no more game to stand tall.

So be the play-makers, they don't need the credit.
Just let them edit.

Yes the designers alike.

Tall, short, thin, shabby, slow, fast, innovative and  spazzy.
 Their music always sounds so jazzy.
 The day is their intuition, you're in-tuition.

 Can you look over the confusion.
 Oh yes it's a must, let the chaos turn into dust.
 Raise your sand storm, walk through the evil forms
. And when finally the tunnel ends, we always already know.
The road's bend. To think but not listen, or talk and try glisten.

Or walk the talk, try and climb the top.
And once a peak, try the plains, because up the hill comes always the rest.
But then you have to go downhill.

Try and pay your bills.

Information:Time (Teaching) = Know(ing)ledge:Space(learning)
Information x Time

Manifestation : Contract x Expand = Wisdom = Experience (seeing)

So all i would say is.

Whoever you are to you and whatever you do.
Believe in it.

Dancing with the gods. @parvati records

Parvati Magick
I can, i will. Period.

Until next time,

Lots of love and light,
Soul Psykik

Tuesday, 4 March 2014

GOA- The Source - StarGazer Pt. 2

Note: This post is in continuance to my post from Mahashivaratri, Goa 2013 -

And so it seems that a divine time has cast it's magick spell upon us.
The GoanMantra is in the air.
Tranquility(top symbol), Sun/Moon/Horizon(Right)- Goa2013

WATER(center symbol) - GOA 2014
 We have traveled centuries beyond to finally reach this place of eternal bliss.
A time in place and history where nothing more has been foretold
or what happens tomorrow cannot be perceived by anyone,
 before tomorrow is actually today.

Sunset, @ Chronicle, Vagator
And so it's a first time for all of us.
There's this happiness in the air, a sense of belonging and freedom
 and not only to the places we were once comfortable in and called them home,
 but to anywhere and everywhere, and the whole arena seems to be our home.

Welcoming and friendly, there's atmospheric delight and grand insight.
It's a first time for all of us.

The source, from where everything arises and goes back to,
 has transcended into a massive black hole.
A black hole being something where there is nothing,
hence being the something where there is everything.
A place where nothing exists to give rise to everything that exists.

Anything that you can see, and imagine is yours to touch, feel and be.
It's truly the essence of who we are and what we do that defines us and where we go.
What we do with this life is it's only meaning.
Whatever meaning we want to give it.

Fear not amongst darkness and intimidation,
 as they are just illusions, of things which cannot exist without us.
As without us, there would be nothing to fear from.

Yes, our own self. The mirror that creates.

You see the fear in front of you?
 That's reflected by your own being and it's you.
Art produced in GOA by Malvika Jay

It is you and you are a part of it.
Enter the mud filled pit.

Enter the dark hole, and let the journey unfold.
After all were all born in darkness
to be able to live in the light,
but to live in the light your own
daemons you have to fight.

Once they perish, 
these moments you may cherish.
Of course, i love the dark.
It's where the brightest of stars are born.

Darkness is chaos, and you have to have chaos within you to give birth to a dancing star.

So dive into the chaos, become one with it.
Melt with it, and submerge yourself in your horror.

There will come a time when there is none left to submerge with,
and all your light and insight will converge.
Into one massive beam of white bright light.
Light so powerful, that even the blind may see it, or at least. Feel it.
They'll know we have everything to show, and nothing to hide.

We have become the ocean and it's powerful tides.
Into the wild desert we ride.
To look back is to look into fear,
Switch your gear, into infinity you may steer.
You are the captain, and you're the ship.
Your choices make you sink, your choices make you blink.
Your choices make you sail, your choices make you frail.
Your choices will make you fly, your choices will get you high.
And then you can try,and try to be divine.
Look for the omens, look for the sacred signs,
and closer you may be, for your destiny to unwind.

Flea Market @ Anjuna
You look for the sea and you find the sun,
you look for the horizon and you find none.
And then you complain, what life this is?
It's only what life ever is.
It gives you what you are,  it shows you whether you've come far.
Far from your pain, or far from your games, Or far from where you were.

Time to let those memories stir.

Time, is a natural healer.
They say patience is the worthiest trait of all.
It gives you that feeling of sitting down in silence,
with your vision focused and gently fixed with eyes at the horizon.
Which seek nothing, but knowing.
Knowing what comes, knowing what stands.
Knowing how to swim by any shark that opens it's jaws for prey.
Vantara Vichitra Label Party @ Monkey Valley, 17th Feb

You can surpass it of course.
You just have to be that underdog fish who sensed the shark,
before it arrives with it's gaping teeth, ready to shred.
But then again, it demands patience.
Not to loose yourself, against the fear or it's power.
Like everything else,
You can't just dive into the water knowing not how to swim.
And not expect to almost drown, at least twice.

But the third time you're drowning,
You'll already have known what's your last spot to survive,
and choose to give that last willing boost,
That spurt of pure and sheer power in you.
To cut through the waves, and fly out.
Through the water and into the sky.

And then you can shout out.
'I'm alive! '.
I'm a human being, darn it!
Portal Mechanism, 19 Feb, Soul Psykik

I am light 
I am infinite 
I am the channel 
I am expanding 
I am psychedelic 
I am vibration 
I am timeless 
I am unity 
I am activating 
I am resonate 
I am galactic 
I am radiant 
I am defined 
I am electric 
I am lunar 

I am magnetic 
I am planetary 
I am balanced 
I am organized 
I am connected 
I am inspired 
I am in harmony 
I am integrity 
I am perfect 
I am manifestation 
I am dissolving 
I am releasing 
I am liberated 
I am dedicated 
I am universalized 
I am enduring 
I am transcending mantra 
I am being 
I am communicating 
I am spirit 
I am breathing 
I am cosmic 
I am essence 
I am power 
I am action 
I am dreaming 
I am abundance 
I am intuition 
I am GOD 
I am extreme 
I am internal and external 
I am eye am flowering 
I am clocking 
I am aware 
I am life force 
I am surviving 
I am DMT 
I am spiraling 
I am art 
I am accomplishing 
I am healing 
I am beauty 
I am elegance 
I am pure 
I am flowing 
I am love 
I am chakras 
I am coinciding 
I am playing 
I am magic 
I am illusive 
I am free will 
I am wise 
I am exploring 
I am space and time 
I am waking life 
I am vivid 
I am enchanting 
I am timelessness 
I am incomplete infinite design 
I am alien 
I am human 
I am receptive 
I am vision 
I am energy 
I am mindful 
I am questioning 
I am answering 
I am intelligent 
I am fearless 
I am evolving 
I am eye I am opening my 3rd eye to the unseen vision 
I am translating 
I am synchronicity 
I am reflecting 
I am endlessness 
I am order and chaos 
Art produced in GOA by Malvika Jay
I am the Tao 
I am crystallized 
I am self generation 
I am affirming 
I am enlightened 
I am life 
I am tone 
I am color 
I am electronic 
I am lunar I am solar 
I am opposite I am polar language 
I am radial 
I am particles of plasma 
I am endurance 
I am cosmic 
I am releasing 
I am liberated 
I am perfect 
I am pulsing 
I am realizing 
I am the 1 because the 1 are all 
I am form 
I am in the infinite nothing that becomes the everything 
I am symbolic 
I am relative 
I am the divine spirit that harmonizes with the laws 
I am projecting the digital loom 
I am the tool of experiencing desire 
I am and finding ecstasy in process 
I am We, we are YOU
- Galactic Mantra ( Liquid Soul )
Sunset @ Fisherman's Shore, Chapora
Namaste, Love and Light from GOA
(The place where everything comes from and the place where everything goes back to)
The Source. Always expanding, ever contracting.
Love to all my friends all across the globe.

My Reach, Is GLOBAL.

My Tower,  SECURE.

My Cause, Is NOBLE.


Danke schön
In attesa di un anno di istruzione superiore in Italia, in Europa!
Verità prevalga

Soul Psykik, 2014