Oversoul

Whilst the ambiance, of the city bus, filled my ears

my pops, sitting next to me, tells me, "listen here"

"where we're headed, there's some dreaded folk, begging for notes

dressed in rags, puffing fags, out the gutters of the road

they'll try to put it past you, but they're bitter ass holes

they hate the man who earns his own spinach, and chicken casserole

...heed me, child, no chatting with the chums

there's nothing good about them... but to my

inconvenience, the bank I need to visit, in the slums..."

"...I gotcha, pops, no stop and talking with

the pigeon flocks..." "...good, your mom'd prefer if

you ain't twitching, picking locks

smoking rocks, living broke, and conflicting with cops...

you've heard my sermon, nod your head off 'til I wake ya

it'll an hour, at least, before we reach our

destination, so if you can, kick back,

relax, my child, if you'd please be patient..."

...my eyelids open... father nudging me

it's time to get up off the bus,

"thank you," to the driver

and depart to walk along,

the streets of cobble-stone

my father grabbed my arm... "can I get a favour"

"while I'm at the bank, and I won't be long

I'd appreciate it, if you could take some coins

to the florist and grab something gorgeous

for your mom, it's important, now go on..."

...trotting down the walkway,

my ears have caught a melody

a sight that I've naught to ever seen...

a hooded woman

dressed in evergreen robes... plucking at a

stringed instrument, speaking poems

with a brass bowl, a place to put change, if I got some

before I knew it, my

bones had her songs, going through 'em

with my mission forgotten,

as I sat to listen,

got my body rocking...

I dredged up the question... "why beg?"

"you've the talent, to fill a hall, until attendants

bumpin' legs up in their seats...

and yet you're in the streets

drinking dregs of other cups..."

she took a moment, gave a smile, and

thanked me for the compliment

she said "in my worldview, I was never sent

to be a star, but rather represent, a need, I see

as heaven sent... to foreigners and countrymen...

I'm here to lend a hand... you see, the citizens, of this

era, they got sticky fingers... and I believe the

greed'll land the planet's people, in a state of mind

that I'd consider needless,

so I put them through the wringer..."

"you've gotta get...

my wealth ain't jewels, but consciousness

my craft is compassion's cultivation,

to the fools I'm facing... and I'll

do what I can, to alchemize a man's stance

whether or not he understands...

...one by one, my begging fingers and thumbs

are bringing the kingdom come

to whomever sits as I strum

for a second...

now here's a gift

a glimpse of memory for recollection..."

"your attention

if you would, sit silent, for a second..."

"...and as she said it, my life

changed, I'll never forget it

...she lifted her weathered finger,

time ceased

no idea why... but I suddenly felt

inside passerby's minds... as they stood

frozen, getting their bones tuned...

re-calibrated... unlocked, renewed...

my curiosity, alive as it was,

it didn't have

time, to interrogate,

who had descended to infiltrate,

my skeletal system from another plane...

...who was she? a flash of vision

demonstrated, that, she was me...

now my audience,

I can't describe, how intensely

I began to bawl, I wept, I couldn't breathe

how had I not seen, 'til this scene

all my brothers, all my sisters, shone with my sheen

all the same thread of gold, together woven

it's the nature of the beast,

it's the life that we've chosen...

the same thread of gold, together woven

it's the nature of the beast,

it's the life that we've chosen...

what a trip...

to see the truth, I'm sitting crosslegged

with an aspect, of me, myself and I,

as if it's you

...though, I suppose, who'd know best

which sinews to soften, which bones to press

how'd I conjure this, I could not guess

I just took it as a lesson, deemed it as soul-taught

a blessed prod, to remember, truth, hold on

to ideals of the higher mind,

and let love envelop all...

as heartfelt as the scene became

the hooded figure told me it was

time to leave the frame

and never to forget her...

said she'd visit in dreams

with suggestions... and if I had questions

to sit in silence, and

focus on the heart

...until you sense it's presence

feel its beats, like tremors,

in the earth, rising though

she assured me, we'd meet again,

come soon...

...my eyelids open... father nudging me

it's time to get up off the bus,

"thank you," to the driver

and depart to walk along,

the streets of cobble-stone

my father grabbed my arm... "can I get a favour"

"while I'm at the bank, and I won't be long

I'd appreciate it, if you could take some coins

to the florist and get something gorgeous

for your mom, it's important, now go on..."

my eyelids open... father nudging me

it's time to get up off the bus, "thank you," to the driver

and depart to walk along, the streets of cobble-stones

my pops grabs my arm... "can I get a favour"

"while I'm at the bank, and I won't be long

I'd appreciate it, if you could take some coins

to the florist and get something gorgeous

for your mom, it's important, now go on..."