Ruh Roh

We battle the forces of the lizard brains, you see them every day. They tattoo their empty souls on the world. You can feel their little probes tickling your amygdala until you can hardly see what really is. They entertain you with pretty colors and empty words blinding you to what you really are and what is possible. They crush your spirit, steal your soul, still the music that you are made of. Don't be afraid, don't fear, you are safe in the arms of the cosmic dreamer. He laughs at these little things knowing their aspect as just another road one could choose. We don't need a book or many books or a universe of printed words. We don't need anything to gain the secret
beauty, it is an inside job.