Absent Minded
My house (the house of God)
Imagine living in a world
where everyone speaks a different language
imagine having to communicate an idea thought or concept
to all of these different people
you will find the writing on the wall
you will see how much i love you
and everyone will know
when they walk into my house
that their actions speak louder than words
and amongst all the vsitors who have found their way there
the mystery unfolds as to who owns the house
and there i will be communicating with all those of different languages
clearly and concisely
like a museum director that can speak every language all at once
who never says anything
From room to room
look at the symbols and objects
every room a riddle to express something in your higher thoughts
no other way to look or conceive of how to reach this utopia
and i live there in this mansion
you all come to visit to find me
to claim you are me
to see if you could find me for whatever reason
to help build the stairway to heaven
Every room a riddle thought out that can be solved
logically
that speaks to everyone no matter what culture
language
or sexual identity
solveable puzzles where there is nop other way to look at the equation
and a reson for them to be
A method of madness for the color of every wall
and feng shui of east and west
south or north of everything
when you see it you will know
when you are there you will understand
you have been there before
and the architects you are who helped
will have your place like a man or women with their wish of guiding a stroke
of michaelangelos brush as he painted the heavens
where everyone speaks a different language
imagine having to communicate an idea thought or concept
to all of these different people
you will find the writing on the wall
you will see how much i love you
and everyone will know
when they walk into my house
that their actions speak louder than words
and amongst all the vsitors who have found their way there
the mystery unfolds as to who owns the house
and there i will be communicating with all those of different languages
clearly and concisely
like a museum director that can speak every language all at once
who never says anything
From room to room
look at the symbols and objects
every room a riddle to express something in your higher thoughts
no other way to look or conceive of how to reach this utopia
and i live there in this mansion
you all come to visit to find me
to claim you are me
to see if you could find me for whatever reason
to help build the stairway to heaven
Every room a riddle thought out that can be solved
logically
that speaks to everyone no matter what culture
language
or sexual identity
solveable puzzles where there is nop other way to look at the equation
and a reson for them to be
A method of madness for the color of every wall
and feng shui of east and west
south or north of everything
when you see it you will know
when you are there you will understand
you have been there before
and the architects you are who helped
will have your place like a man or women with their wish of guiding a stroke
of michaelangelos brush as he painted the heavens
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My house (the house of God)
My house (the house of God)