Life Substance #54 - The Organism as a False Centre in the Perspective

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[Intro]

[Verse 1]
We look through the windows of tissue and bone,
Convinced we are sitting supreme on the throne.
The eyes are the compass, the skin is the scale,
A localized anchor where shadows prevail.
The horizon is bending wherever we stand,
As if the whole cosmos were drawn by our hand.
The stars seem to circle the ground that we tread,
The universe maps itself inside the head.

[Pre-Chorus]
It is a biological prism that narrows the light,
Confining the eternal to physical sight.

[Chorus]
The Organism stands as the center of space,
A false point of origin, fixing our place.
We measure the heavens by how far they seem
From the beating of hearts in a temporal dream.
But the physical body is merely a lens,
Not where the universe starts or it ends.
It’s the heavy deception the mortal must bear...
To think we are here, when we are everywhere.

[Verse 2]
Confined in this fortress of muscle and vein,
We foster the ego, the pride, and the pain.
We think we are separate, divided, apart,
Because the whole world echoes only our heart.
We gather, we hoard, and we fiercely defend
A transient border we cannot extend.
We fight for our survival, we conquer and claim,
Believing the spark is the whole of the flame.

[Bridge]
But the true inner 'I' is not tethered to ground!
It has no circumference, no border, no bound!
Beyond the illusion, the spirit awakes,
And the localized center of gravity breaks!
The shell is an instrument, fragile and small,
But the soul is the ocean that swallows it all!

[Pre-Chorus]
A sensory prison that renders us blind,
To the infinite consciousness waiting behind!

[Final Chorus]
The Organism fades as the center of space!
As the infinite spirit reclaims its true place!
We measure the heavens no longer by sight,
But by the eternal, unchangeable light!
The physical body was merely a door,
We step through the threshold of Fifty-Four!
No longer a fragment, no longer a part...
The whole of creation is inside the heart!

[Outro]
We are not the center...
We are the whole.

[End]

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[Intro] [Verse 1] We look through the windows of tissue and bone, Convinced we are sitting supreme on the throne. The eyes are the compass, the skin is the scale, A localized anchor where shadows prevail. The horizon is bending wherever we stand, As if the whole cosmos were drawn by our hand. The stars seem to circle the ground that we tread, The universe maps itself inside the head. [Pre-Chorus] It is a biological prism that narrows the light, Confining the eternal to physical sight. [Chorus] The Organism stands as the center of space, A false point of origin, fixing our place. We measure the heavens by how far they seem From the beating of hearts in a temporal dream. But the physical body is merely a lens, Not where the universe starts or it ends. It’s the heavy deception the mortal must bear... To think we are here, when we are everywhere. [Verse 2] Confined in this fortress of muscle and vein, We foster the ego, the pride, and the pain. We think we are separate, divided, apart, Because the whole world echoes only our heart. We gather, we hoard, and we fiercely defend A transient border we cannot extend. We fight for our survival, we conquer and claim, Believing the spark is the whole of the flame. [Bridge] But the true inner 'I' is not tethered to ground! It has no circumference, no border, no bound! Beyond the illusion, the spirit awakes, And the localized center of gravity breaks! The shell is an instrument, fragile and small, But the soul is the ocean that swallows it all! [Pre-Chorus] A sensory prison that renders us blind, To the infinite consciousness waiting behind! [Final Chorus] The Organism fades as the center of space! As the infinite spirit reclaims its true place! We measure the heavens no longer by sight, But by the eternal, unchangeable light! The physical body was merely a door, We step through the threshold of Fifty-Four! No longer a fragment, no longer a part... The whole of creation is inside the heart! [Outro] We are not the center... We are the whole. [End]

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