The Radical Truth

The Universal Exchange Verse 1: Dropped at the coordinates, 18 and change, Haiti was the port, the start of the range. But don’t check my passport, don’t look for a sign, I don't wave the cloth, I don't walk the line.A traveler passing, no anchor, no cage, Writing my mission on a nameless page. Where the wind carries breath, where life wants to go, In the peaks of the high, in the valleys of low. I claim no soil, I own no dirt, A free agent of Spirit, alert and unhurt. Chorus: We are nodes in the field, we are data in flight, A library of energy, pulsing in light. Constant exchange, what I give is for you, The ancient information, forever made new. If I strike at your heart, I am wounding the Source, A glitch in the system, a break in the course. Receive and release, keep the motion alive, In the flow of the network is how we survive. Verse 2: There’s a ghost in the machine, a mindset of fear, Thinking "not enough" while the plenty is here. A psychological bondage, a tightening grip, Watching the soul of the collective slip. It turns a contributor into a thief, Buying a moment of selfish relief. Greed is the fever, the virus, the stain, Building a wall just to harvest the rain. Verse 3: Locking the resources in a cold, silent room, While the garden outside is beginning to gloom. Wealth is a river, it’s meant for the sea, But you’ve dammed up the water that was meant to be free. Starving the youth of the seeds they should sow, Stopping the rhythm, the pulse, and the glow. When the circulation stops, the body will fail,The economy shatters, the social turns pale. Verse 4: The Reclamation You thought it was yours because you held it so tight, But you’re just a shadow in the middle of night. To hoard is to rob from the hand of the All, And every high tower is destined to fall. The Universe audits, the balance is due, It takes back the gifts that were wasted on you. The "Sudden Stop" comes for the ego, the pride, Leaving you nothing but the shell you supplied. The Outro [Music: A low, subterranean drone that vibrates the chest] [Spoken with cold, surgical, sovereign authority] I’m just an observer... passing through. I did what I could... when I could. The seed is planted. God makes it grow.