Seaberry Garden

#songbook

Orange bursts of color flowing ever so swimmingly
Across the twilight hour crossbow
With affairs that dont concern you
Dates that no longer serve you
In the awe and splendor of my seaberry garden

Follow the bunny tail across the row
Follow the riverdale until the snow takes
Then we know its time to go
Follow the riverdale

Reality is more psychedelic than the 60’s ever was
Across the witching of the wiring
With concerns that dont concern you
Models that no longer serve you
In the awe and splendor and horror of my seaberry garden

God is witching the world with layers of awarnesses

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A song that comes from my own awe and wonder. Life is so deeply psychedelic, mind-blowing, overwhelming with both joys and horrors. This is an articulation of that feeling.

I love the edible berry that is indeed a shock of orange, the Seaberry/Seabuckthorn Hippophae rhamnoides.

It’s a powerhouse of health and wellness but armed with big-ass thorns that can stick ya, then remind ya for a few days about it if you know what I mean?

“Twightlight hour crossbow” I think is a reference to the Analemma and the way the 7 wandering planets make all these meaningful crosses through the night skies.

A deep longing that I have is that of missing a ‘tribe of eyes’ that all gaze at the night sky together, over generations, intimately knowing the patterns and synchronicities that unfold over these sky clock rhythms.

“God is witching the world” with awareness. Everything. Absolutely everything sees. Everything perceives. That’s how it seems on LSD, psilocybin, DTM, and the like, and dreams are sort of like that, too sometimes.

The Beatles and the music of the late 60’s really broke open this mode rendering into a song and a sound, the satori enlightenment that the psychedelic experience reveals. Think about the song, ‘Tomorrow Never Knows’, feel the oneness, the Great OM, the Monochord.

That’s the transcendence the great rock and roll can achieve, and that remains my singular musical muse. I always want to hear that psychedelic sound. I just do, alright?!

I seek to follow that magic. That sign from Universe. That bunny tail. That imaginary bird, the Riverdale. It’s all a bit of a dream-scape.

That said, I am growing a seaberry garden, or rather, a Heart Forest with a seaberry patch, a burst of orange. You can grow a seaberry hedgerow, too. A whole row, of medicine for your local bunnies.

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