Echoeism

The rebirth of the flowers, from April and May showers, blossoming with the spiritual shine, to bring out the fragrance of divine; when nature becomes humid yet blissful, this life once again becomes beautiful. A sense of freedom flows through the air, as the warm breeze alleviates care; a period where time grows wings and flies by, as caterpillar changes to butterfly. Outside the bubble this will be seen, brown to green, witnessing in between. Brightening color giving clear visions, of the consequences of decisions. New experiences enter the spinning mind, and swirl around and around until I unwind. Energy disappears until tomorrow comes; tr

Vibrating energies at frequencies combined, emerging as matter, each it's own kind... Material projections expressing the whole, like personality traits reflecting the soul, are all related and interacting together, from organizing planets down to the weather. Each bit by itself lacks unity; so working in concert made reality... They also manifest into you and me it's this harmonic dance, that we can see. The songs look different but the artist the same, the signature sound is it's claim to fame. Always learning through it's creations; humans, rock, and inspirations, constantly growing in a feedback loop, from all possible angles in one giant

Pollen is everywhere; I think spring has sprung into my nose and eyes, many flowers have flung, this productive nuisance that helps things grow, burns my eyes,and makes sneezes blow. So as my insides spray over the land and I reach out to shake your hand, remember we're both part of this season and that slimy feeling is not without reason... In parting, I bid winter adieu, to watch busy bees do what they do... So let us wash our hands and our ride, for it won't infect you if kept outside.