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Acropolis of the Ascended

by Temple Tribe

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These bodies are trapped in a world of the flesh Aging and sinking down into death This is the realm of matter, not mind But there's another world, far high above this fleshy existence A world in which our eye is overwhelmed by sensations our brains can't descry That world is pure, noble, bright And it's real, you know it It lights up the night That world is golden And every atom of air shines in the dark With a million years worth of stories and wisdom, guidance, and joy There stands a long line of men Back to Troy, back to Hector and Priam And man-slaying Cain A long line of men who lived out their tale And rose into legend leaving only their name As lights on the headland To show us the way Sometimes in the night you can sense that high realm piercing the sky Raining drops out of heaven down through the air and into our minds We can flee from these moments Hide in the night Or lift up our eyes to heavenly skies With courage in heart, mouths open wide To taste drops of gold that fall from a high and ideal world that's beyond our reach We can reach for it anyway Stretch out and grasp at the heavens Lest we sink in the mud Because stagnant existence is poison, no good Look around you You see it People suffer in pain They've rejected the cosmos Forgotten their place They don't see the light of that heaven on high Can't taste the gold drops that fall from the sky So I look to the past and this question I ask How should I live? What's my goal? What's my task? What mode of being is better than this? What works and what doesn’t? What's better, what's best? Then I try to live up to what's best if I can And if I can't I try anyway and failure be damned But before you can live some idealized life You must see and must love that heavenly light So follow the trail of gold from on high that fall from heaven You'll find them in stories of old on dark nights And those stories will lead you Into the light
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These bodies are trapped in a world of the flesh Aging and sinking down into death This is the realm of matter, not mind But there's another world, far high above this fleshy existence A world in which our eye is overwhelmed by sensations our brains can't descry That world is pure, noble, bright And it's real, you know it It lights up the night That world is golden And every atom of air shines in the dark With a million years worth of stories and wisdom, guidance, and joy There stands a long line of men Back to Troy, back to Hector and Priam And man-slaying Cain A long line of men who lived out their tale And rose into legend leaving only their name As lights on the headland To show us the way Sometimes in the night you can sense that high realm piercing the sky Raining drops out of heaven down through the air and into our minds We can flee from these moments Hide in the night Or lift up our eyes to heavenly skies With courage in heart, mouths open wide To taste drops of gold that fall from a high and ideal world that's beyond our reach We can reach for it anyway Stretch out and grasp at the heavens Lest we sink in the mud Because stagnant existence is poison, no good Look around you You see it People suffer in pain They've rejected the cosmos Forgotten their place They don't see the light of that heaven on high Can't taste the gold drops that fall from the sky So I look to the past and this question I ask How should I live? What's my goal? What's my task? What mode of being is better than this? What works and what doesn’t? What's better, what's best? Then I try to live up to what's best if I can And if I can't I try anyway and failure be damned But before you can live some idealized life You must see and must love that heavenly light So follow the trail of gold from on high that fall from heaven You'll find them in stories of old on dark nights And those stories will lead you Into the light
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Words and Voice: Paul Begadon - instagram.com/thewoodkern

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released March 20, 2023

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