Sunday Sovereign

I’m just swimming through the rhythm,

watching circles in the light,

Finding all the sovereign-truth,

in the middle of the night.

Slow-flow, let-go, call it what you want,

{swinging drums enter with lo-fi crackle} I’m the soul inside the stillness

that the chaos couldn't haunt.

Tara is the current,

the current is the art,

I’m manifesting swimming, inside a human heart!

{meaw meaw trumpet trill}

It’s the Tuesday in the mirror,

it’s the person that I know,

I’m learning how to listen to the places that I go.

Meaw meaw, in the velvet smoke,

Meaw meaw, it’s the punchline of the joke.

{beat drops to drums and bass only,

spoken-word delivery}

Synchronized, prioritized, the energy is real,

I’ve found the final frequency—I’m learning how to feel!

{beautiful hazy swell of brass and piano} The sovereignty of the peace...

eternal.

The rhythmic heartbeat of the soul...

infinite.

The human-sovereign resonance... burning truth.

The clarity

of the 'swimming'... total liberation.

{long lazy fade-out with distant

trumpet echo}