Treasure

Oh, ancient teacher You are a treasure Unto the seeker, eh-eh-eh 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, hey I found a treasure in the mold, hm Sing an ode to the king of the forest Invisible web of life below the surface Conferring 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 a 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 the mold, eh I found a treasure in the mold, hm 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 census 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, eh 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 in 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, ehi