Mother Galaxy

Passing traffic lights In the city of deserts I create Isn't this a miracle? My thoughts are shining bright And they just can't wait To fill your receptacle I'm with him mentally My soul is free in love Free from arguments We dream … And in a dream you and I soar Over continents Aren't we connected? Hundreds of threads through bodies Vibrations, phrases... We were all elected … People built roads On the desert islands of the Earth Building is better than breaking Muses and Creators Every day they create a new world Where abundance is king How shallow we are … When we take it all for ourselves Killing the pulse POLS of the Universe! Become a drop of warmth And it will flow through the cells Be an endless source Aren't we connected? Hundreds of threads through bodies Vibrations, phrases... We were all elected … Flows through our DNA This is earthly balance This is no ordinary game Mother Galaxy