The great uninterrupted shambhala

I am the self-explorer, through fission & synthesis
A bead of purity on my tongue
An orient wisdom resonates, I hear its call

And witness its patterns, I am Man, rose ape before me
Through what secrets hold, The spontaneity of evolution
And the affection of our nature, In sweat we craft structure
A cast in linear time, the face of man before
The cycles of human behavior

To what truth is God's face in the acquisition of culture?
When men of false icons, shape the fortunes of progress

A question of divinity through regiment of internal properties
An equation of alchemy, In solace we are redeemed
The canvas of man suggests, through ageless inscriptions in rock
A human capacity, In hidden paths of mentality
On the throne of consciousness

Unborn, we sit fermenting
Veering on the 49th sun
We sit and harbor new skin
When the day is done
Through solitude we find
Temporary properties external

The sky kisses the day
Of the unaware man in marble
In uninterrupted tran