The Lotus (feat. Astrid Engberg & ASM)

Don’t you ever get
the feeling of finding something
You didn’t know that you had lost?
Something
That gives you piece of mind,
That you keep close at any cost.

That will make you feel the horizontal
And live the vertical ways.
To me it is often a piece 
of some rhythmical phrase.

Whatever it is,
it will set you free...
... and let the one of pieces of your memories
turn into pictures of quiet beauty,
— at least, it works for me...

Pictures like
a lotus that slowly unfolds,
and morning light
on silent railroads...

Yes, yes, one two, yo, one two, yo.

Feeling every day during morning meditation,
Waking up for the third time today,
Taking my place amongst the cherry tree blossoms,
Sipping upon the nectar of the life through the straw,
Inside, feel the light through a prismic refraction, collide the scopic visions,
Giving life by your dream over fiber-optic rhythm,
Propelling itself to the ether to keep a lunch box
Filled to the brim with raw soil and some sun spots.
Some lost it before they knew they had it in the first place, the worst-case scenario the Earth takes,
Then they(?) cheer(?) up(?) abuse(?) from us, so who to trust?
Up the emerald sea and the sense(?) see(?)
Empty conversations by the moonlight soon might lead us to a place of mind frame that is beyond clean ego perpetuation,
Keeping expect to chase the dreams in the world where wicked must raise self(?) free(?)
On the scene(?), lean on the glean(?), find a path, then burst through the seams and the creed that rules everything around us,
Love must prevail,
And every moment is a holy grail.

Whatever it is,
it will set you free...
... and let the one of pieces of your memories
turn in to pictures of quiet beauty —
— ...At least it works for me.

Yo.
And yo, whatever it is, don’t let it get out of touch.
When a family peers two kids with true love.
You must take the time to appreciate
The world wonders are painted when the pieces spray,
Believe in great powers of creativity,
The nature’s ways sun rains on a river, see,
All emotion sink in a flow and constantly open to all this life’s potion.
Know enough that the more that you find out my drought had to form a dead end ’cause the sun’s down.
This time now to cherish the small matters,
And not chit chatter away like the mad hatter.
Because we’re all stuck in one of the lands,
Offices longer(?) than(?) rocks come and tumbling.
You want to hand in the best [bad word] glove,
’cause the life’s too short to let the stress eat you up.