Мантра покоя

Spots are morning. Streets are minding. Stars were bright and Still be finding me. Something wishes, Something bright. Leaving me behind the sleep and night. Mind working, steady groom. Soft and slow and warm and boom. Needy night and perfect place. Holding me beyond this space. Something’s drifting Deep inside. In the silence, I be fine. Breathing in, the sky is clear. Nothing left to disappear. Waiting for the pieces on, in the sound of What is done. Mind working, steady groom. Soft and slow and warm and boom. Needy night and perfect place. Holding me beyond this space. Every breath is calling me. Something gold and gray. From the ground can say. Mind working, steady groom. Soft and slow and warm and boom. Breathing for the pieces on, in the sound of What is done. Mind working, steady groom. Soft and slow and warm and boom. Mind working, steady groom. Soft and slow and warm and boom. Pieces blooming in this town. Celebrate into the sound. Come and go and breaking deep. In the sound of what is deep. Mind working, steady