Oh ancient teacher
You are a treasure
Unto the seeker
I found a treasure in the mold
Fungus with a top of gold
Telling a story of old
Man a chant of the wisdom in the mold
From the flesh and the bone
To the ego decompose
Man a speak of a teacher in the mold
Fruiting bodies in the soil
Reveal what is untold
Seh Behold Medicine is in da mold
I found a treasure in the mold
Sing an ode to the King of forest
Invisible web of lifе below the surface
Confеrring fertility unto the substrate
Through mycelium where the nutrients assimilate
When the leaves and the branches a accumulate
Pon the ground decomposition fi accelerate
Redistribution of the food to disseminate
Making it available for all life to elevate
Symbolically witness the lift of the veil
When the spores a go release through the membrane
Ina the wind flow like stardust dem go spread
Germinating when they finally get to land
Ina da cycle repeating over again
From the top to the bottom of the food chain
Nothing out of balance nothing in vain
As it was in the beginning so shall it be in the end
I found a treasure in the mold
Fungus with a top of gold
Telling a story of old
Man a chant of the wisdom in the mold
From the flesh and the bone
To the ego decompose
Man a speak of a teacher in the mold
Fruiting bodies in the soil
Reveal what is untold
Seh Behold Medicine is in da mold
I found a treasure in the mold
Holy flesh a di fungus
Builder of the soil and creator of di humus
In you put me trust
Spirit ina focus
Blow away di dust
Remove blockages among us
Noble and righteous
Clean up and atone us
May your presence be a guide and protect us
Barriers a bust
Frequencies adjust
Visions a go flow as you lift us ina conscience
Morphing of a bee, to a beetle, to a locust
Opening his wings ina petals of a lotus
Lotus to octopus all up ina sensus
Synapses again a reconnect ina nexus thus
Totemic animal symbolical focal
All together ina dance composing a fractal
Infinite ascension of a thought renewal
From the local to the global open is the portal
To the treasure in the mold
Fungus with a top of gold
Telling a story of old
Man a chant of the wisdom in the mold
From the flesh and the bone
To the ego decompose
Man a speak of a teacher in the mold
Fruiting bodies in the soil
Reveal what is untold
Seh Behold Medicine is in da mold
I found a treasure in the mold
Down ina the furnace of the ego
Me wonder how further away we’ll go
Life topple over like domino
Dem a manifesting an inferno
Consciousness fi go crescendo
Seh we must a lif’up di embargo
So I man a call upon di maestro
Open di gates recover the flow
Down ina the furnace of the ego
Me wonder how further away we’ll go
Life topple over like domino
Dem a manifesting an inferno
Consciousness fi go crescendo
Seh we must a lif’up di embargo
So I man a call upon di maestro
Open di gates recover the flow
You are a treasure
Unto the seeker
I found a treasure in the mold
Fungus with a top of gold
Telling a story of old
Man a chant of the wisdom in the mold
From the flesh and the bone
To the ego decompose
Man a speak of a teacher in the mold
Fruiting bodies in the soil
Reveal what is untold
Seh Behold Medicine is in da mold
I found a treasure in the mold
Sing an ode to the King of forest
Invisible web of lifе below the surface
Confеrring fertility unto the substrate
Through mycelium where the nutrients assimilate
When the leaves and the branches a accumulate
Pon the ground decomposition fi accelerate
Redistribution of the food to disseminate
Making it available for all life to elevate
Symbolically witness the lift of the veil
When the spores a go release through the membrane
Ina the wind flow like stardust dem go spread
Germinating when they finally get to land
Ina da cycle repeating over again
From the top to the bottom of the food chain
Nothing out of balance nothing in vain
As it was in the beginning so shall it be in the end
I found a treasure in the mold
Fungus with a top of gold
Telling a story of old
Man a chant of the wisdom in the mold
From the flesh and the bone
To the ego decompose
Man a speak of a teacher in the mold
Fruiting bodies in the soil
Reveal what is untold
Seh Behold Medicine is in da mold
I found a treasure in the mold
Holy flesh a di fungus
Builder of the soil and creator of di humus
In you put me trust
Spirit ina focus
Blow away di dust
Remove blockages among us
Noble and righteous
Clean up and atone us
May your presence be a guide and protect us
Barriers a bust
Frequencies adjust
Visions a go flow as you lift us ina conscience
Morphing of a bee, to a beetle, to a locust
Opening his wings ina petals of a lotus
Lotus to octopus all up ina sensus
Synapses again a reconnect ina nexus thus
Totemic animal symbolical focal
All together ina dance composing a fractal
Infinite ascension of a thought renewal
From the local to the global open is the portal
To the treasure in the mold
Fungus with a top of gold
Telling a story of old
Man a chant of the wisdom in the mold
From the flesh and the bone
To the ego decompose
Man a speak of a teacher in the mold
Fruiting bodies in the soil
Reveal what is untold
Seh Behold Medicine is in da mold
I found a treasure in the mold
Down ina the furnace of the ego
Me wonder how further away we’ll go
Life topple over like domino
Dem a manifesting an inferno
Consciousness fi go crescendo
Seh we must a lif’up di embargo
So I man a call upon di maestro
Open di gates recover the flow
Down ina the furnace of the ego
Me wonder how further away we’ll go
Life topple over like domino
Dem a manifesting an inferno
Consciousness fi go crescendo
Seh we must a lif’up di embargo
So I man a call upon di maestro
Open di gates recover the flow
( Marcus Gad )
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