Language I - Intuition (The Contortionist)

Begin hyper-communication Restore our vision Of natural progression Rise in groves to reclaim the source The center We will be the salvation the Mother seeks Traversing in all directions Reaching Expanding Balance finds it's place Reaching for the Mother Sun Rooted to intuition You are the language Ever flowing Ever echoing Drift with the ebb and flow Drift with the ebb and flow Ebb and flow Intuition sets in Branching out from your seed to seek Contrived sense of inception Intuition speak to me