Ripples on a Lake

You ever held infinity in the palm of your hand? Glimpsing at eternity like you finally understand? He saw a man walking with a sideways eight above his head He heard him whispering to trees but he couldn't hear what he said He crawled through an elderberry bush and tried to listen The man muttered magic is the shadow of religion A destroyer and savior the burden of a magician He's an artist with the sacred with words a technician Bringing the spiritual to the material, talisman adornеd Energy can't be destroyеd only transformed Number 1 on the tarot, the magus, the juggler He creates when he speaks, you could smell the colors You could see the scents, you could taste the sounds You could feel the song and hear it when you touch the ground What's magic but the transmigration of the soul? Maybe we're all antennas transmitting from the whole? Storyteller sky, astrology became astronomy Alchemy became chemistry and friends with psychology He said I create as I speak that's the aim of the sage Speak in the language of deja vu rewrite the page He said I saw you in the shrub but i never mentioned it I already knew you wanted to be a sorcerer's apprentice Are you magician or illusionist? Trickster or confusionist? Magic needs curiosity it kills conclusionists A shadow magician manipulates a corrupted charlatan You got to drown in the question marks to embark within You have to be matter yet spirit, poison yet healing You must be in love with fear and find joy in grieving He drew an octave in the dirt and started playing the 12 keys A philosopher stone appeared he said this is what you need He put it in my hand and said skip it on the lake You may think that it's gone but look at the ripples it made