As a new son has arose So the old one was deposed Kangaroo running the road Golden, the sun is at low This way is not really wide Gravel is hitting the sides But laughing, I’m great as I drive Glad that I made this break for the night Yes I’ve well learned escape is not gonna wake you up from where cowards lay Aiming to run from my sadness I found myself living in Groundhog Day Drugging and boozing just made me a different kind of a slave than my dad had became So of course by the time that I started this rapping expect I would fill it with anger and pain 'Cause I just loved the subversion All the crime and the cursing Started graffing, racking, serving Wasn't hard just acting urban August the ground is cold Cortex was bound and old And yet my heart was bold So all that I owned I sold But even now as I leave it behind I reflect on the shit that I said No longer look at myself as a person, but even as part of that change it may be I must shed Not in order to form a new character but say goodbye to the "me" in my head It’s only fitting that in the last chapter my life on review then I’m free to lie dead The Lost Poet thought a name could make the artist be immortal Though, we ain’t actually exist to force the flow I was even up there on that band wagon With the homophobia and sexism and man-bragging Maya can hurt As in we think we must work Frog underground in the dirt Anger had made me inert Intellectual in my youth Pushing back up like a root Some of it I would express Up on that tedious sophomore press Still I was stuck on some idea of freedom but really just didn’t quite get what that meant Resented liars, I thought it was personal, took me some time to feel pity for them No longer hate politicians or coppers or preachers or anyone we’re all the one But at that moment I’d failed to fit myself into society so many times I was done And that’s why I drove down the coast Through the gums and the ghosts No one real has control Lose your self, find the whole Now as the sky is red I see the scavengers tread Thunder is threatening earth And still I think back in reverse Was it the switch of my scene or the love of a hippie that turned me off violence? Started doofing and tripping and dancing and soon I was caring more 'bout the environment Though I began to withdraw from the lads and machismo I still had a foot in both camps I’d built my kingdom on being fucked up and insane but was looking to take the offramp Metaphor was meant to be heavy but void Increasingly tried to avoid Putting my ego to paper Now it comes at the cost of the flavour But better than missing through what I make Hyperbole whiffing on Holiday I thought it was cool to be dumb and bad Party Killing like a scumbag All the while lost ‘cause I thought that I needed a purpose and reason My brand of nihilism set me up to find achievements necessary to make meaning Lucky agnosticism kept me open to spirituality, later I’d learn from it Though I still keep away from beliefs I’ve faith there’s no one and nothing who could work for it It’s a shame, though, as I grew I left a lot of friends behind me No more angst or pride is left to make Dark Matter grimy Hateful lyrics really just display the fear inside me Horses standing empty in the darkness as I pass they're eyeing me They never tried to improve (they’re peaceful) Told themselves they were superior (not needful) Don’t even know to accuse Don’t separate the outside from interior Parents, they were conservative beings It was my friends gave me progressive leanings Early lyrics were pretty confused But now it’s love over fear that I choose ‘Course there’s no one who could really choose… nah, but that’s just some apples and oranges I'd rather community than separation, free will, competition, and fear about foreigners Used to think we were separate because I was misunderstanding; Focusing on the mixer and not on the spirit, missing the skin for the branding - noticing wrong Science gave answers I hoped that were strong Feel incomplete and need ropes you along Networks are really just notes in a song We’re not the gene ‘cause life doesn’t look out from anything Labyrinth: the legend I meant to be Hating and judging for all their dissent from me Really an emo embraced negativity ‘Cause it gave me control of sensitivity Gothics flower as hippies eventually, learning to channel those negative energies So often I’d turn on my love ‘cause I took it to heart but there are no real enemies Nothin wrong with this, not even ego That’s how they misunderstand Eastern Credo Interact only if separate from get-go Suicidal, on regret ‘till I let go And love ain’t got a cost if it ain’t come with a condition That’s the basis for a life there is no center in the body living And for the record I reckon that Chopra is spitting some fiction, just listen Science and spirit are not opposed, but the cup and the liquid could never be mixing Quantum mechanics appears, but it’s emptiness clothed That Orchid Child had an "H" overdose Preacher of peace went and punched someone’s nose Munted and broke; drunk and a joke Not that I think anyone’s listening, most of my life I would shout in a void Rich is the history of Aussie hip hop and this blip just the trip of a toy, I know And as the rain hits the earth Remember that shit and I hurt Step out and get soaked in my shirt Birds are all silent they fled from their work Thought I just wanted a bit of romance But I was trying to fill an expanse Ashamed of my bitter and childish stance I’ve learned to accept that we all do the dance And I’ve come to terms with the fact my hostility really reflected my own insecurity Took so many dead ends, including a fifteen-year stint making raps in obscurity Thought I’d failed at life, so lapped up the encouragement to record TiS She said, “You should try at least once with a commercial sound before you abandon this quest” Ha! What a joke, I am too weird And at first, it was not sincere But as I went, I came back around Reflective shit, and emotion-bound Guess I just couldn’t ignore it I quit everything and I floored it I was no longer trapped anymore in the Night on the way to Victoria Seeing the truth of the Creature within I just knew I was choosing a life over death The Orchid was druggy and cheesy but now all this flirting with darkness had robbed me of depth An extended era of healing ensued as I sorted through all that I’d put in my way Goodbye to that tormented soul who was trying to find himself riding the Princes Highway He was replaced by a seeker: meditating every second; vegan diet, health and fitness, Buddhist, Hindu; focus, presence Even this identity would fall away but left impressions in the story, now I’m usually free of that depression Okay, so, no longer shrouded A far truer romance was founded I no longer feel like I’m crowded With her I feel joyous and grounded Two frogs under earth where it’s warm Escaping the wrath of the storm I may always struggle with people But now I know all this is peaceful It’s weird for me sometimes when thinking I spent all these years making art that I ceased to relate to So much of it really despicable, what can you do, I guess that’s what I came through At least, in terms of the story I’m telling, ‘cause really I know nothing happens This poem will always be stuck in the dream of the "me", ‘cause I don’t know how else to be rapping And that brings me around to my point This paradoxical joint Attempts to dissolve the insoluble To try to stop trying to solve it all Reveals a persistent illusion Even though I can see the confusion My lyrics were always so personal Inherently thus always purposeful (That's) why I can’t even write anymore now there’s nowhere for all of that struggle to go And none who could go, so the act of me writing must always create total nonsense, I know The story goes on but the fire is gone because now it is plain that it’s only a show Despite this I have to admit here I am still compelled to present this one final tableau As in this: The flight south for a new site Only witnessed by the wild night The storm clears just as I arrive To the dawn song of the magpies Adjusted my views as I learned Meant contradictions in my words Every view is an empty arising Even these lyrics beg for revising Indeed, any lyrics will always be dualistic, clearly the map ain’t the territory There’s nothing wrong with it except now it’s boring and always results in a bunch of discrepancies Even shit that I wrote up for Shiva’s Dance… already I disagree, and also note: Mooji teaches a way, but for who? Awareness itself is the “me”; the essence of “me” It doesn’t exist, no And life isn’t something you solve, no There’s no information, nowhere to look out from No one who is separate from this who could know You can assume, all that I’ve said, I’ve abandoned There’s only this and nowhere for a landing Poetry, politics - love is unswayed What can words say at the end of the day? I don't know if I’ll do lyrics again or if even the music itself may be done That’s okay, I feel glad to be writing the end of a story I started when I was so young I smile and get back in the car, knowing full well it was never begun And drive away into the desert, away from the maze, to descend into death as the sun rises Adrian Incarnate 2020

Who am I? Not see-er nor a thing seen Not soon nor a thing been This form is a king’s dream And the king is as much queen And the queen is as much earth As the tree that the dust birthed No part could have rushed first Ignorance makes all of us thirst Truth is there was nothing I had And not a person that might have If you’ll permit me I might add That the see-er and the seen are a dyad Without false separation, there is just all that is real and is not So we can hang the idea of volition and even the opposite argument’s lost If the yin and yang of karma co-arise there can be no keys nor locks So the truth is only found outside the conceptual paradox In the duality of Maya I know that things never had control And locality is just an illusion within the infinite that is this whole Who am I, then? I’m "That", so there really is nothing to do ‘Cause the one who would do and the time they would take is all just imagined, too See, it ain’t that the seeker reaches a goal and has therefore not to seek No, the seeker falls away, so no one cares for troughs or peaks Still, many will try to be thoughtless They don't know that they’re already flawless They would try to let go of trying to let go But they can’t ‘cause they’re actually formless, like: Is it you who’s breathing? Making that heart keep beating? This is the dance of Shiva Nobody ever can know it’s meaning I’m not this body Fear and desire I’m not these thoughts Ego the liar I’m not this world All this is Maya I am unborn Cannot expire Om Namah Shivaya Where can a center be found? Where is this sentience bound? Where did this sentence start? How can I say that I made this mark? There’s only one part that’s free from change - change itself What can I be but change incarnate, then, ‘cause I must have made myself And yet this force that explores in form is the same in the form that would try and desist There can be no hate in the one ‘cause the one is the one by itself who’s kissed “Two” is a myth The essence of which Is the attempt to resist But whenever you close your fist, you find you’ve missed ’Cause all that you desperately want is already this Unspeakable timeless wonder, "not good enough," the me will insist For it's the very first means by which this spirit’s refracted as day and night We are light that plays on its own by chasing shadows we take for life And that life we divide with names And they are for a time sustained And without such frames there could be no art but they’re also the cause of pain Ever since we became insane No thing has ever stayed the same It’s why I learn to embrace the destroyer, the transformer, and I dance to enjoy his game I am the light I am the space I am the one Eternal grace All of the world Made of my mind Empty, unknown But awake, alive I am the dream And I am the dreamer Shakti and Shiva Maya is Leela Om Namah Shivaya Adrian Incarnate 2018