trenton michael - wind (wu wei)

I am a glimpse in the moment of time
I know I am alive outside the lines
So I mimic the signs I spot left behind
By a higher mind
The kind that I recognize
And I patronize with my life
That I fraternize with by night
That the patterns I spy highlight
That them old school cats might not vibe with
No, them old niggas might not vibe with it
They on Christ shit
I'm on my shit
In pursuit of what eludes our sight
The haze
That evades your gaze
For all your days

I am the whispers of the wind
The fist you kiss when you are defeated
Kin to the poor and elite
The chi beneath your feet
I am the war, I am the peace
I am mundane, I am a feat
I am plain, yet oh so neat
I am the ivy, the oak, and the wheat
I am om, I am conducting the beat

I, alone, am ruminative and closed in on myself
Deep and formless like the sea and ceaselessly
Wandering like the wind

Written by:
Trenton Cox

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