Soul seed
by Eric Nunnally
Before the universe
Before the consciousness that understood its existence
Before conception had its frame
Before all time
There wasn't anything at all
.
And to be where I am now
Defined by principles that layer my beliefs
Which govern even the limits of my imaginings
I'm crowded in the context of my being
.
There isn't much that I can say
The world will have its way
While I must suffer through
The pieces of the truth
I know when I'm alone
I feel more at home
Cause I can hear my soul...
So what can I believe
If there's no one with whom to share the mystery
If ignorance is comfort for the populace
Tell me how to find my place
.
There isn't much that I can say
The world will have its way
While I must suffer through
The pieces of the truth
I know when I'm alone
I feel more at home
Cause I can hear my soul…
The secret of my birth
Goes back billions of years, before the universe
When I was concentrated into nothingness
And exploded into being
June 25, 2004
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