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Hook:
Tree of Life in my chest, wheels spin in my spine,
Ten lights, seven wheels, one road to the divine.
From the spark to the crown, let the veils fall away,
Moksha on my breath—free soul, no sway.
Tree of Life in my chest, wheels spin in my spine,
Ten lights, seven wheels, one road to the divine.
From the root to the throne where the quiet saints pray,
Moksha in the chorus—let the chains decay.
Verse 1:
I map Keter to the stillness where the silence begins,
Chokhmah flash like lightning, Binah gathers it in.
Chesed pours like rivers, Gevurah sets the banks,
Tiferet holds the middle—gold thread in my thanks.
Netzach is endurance, Hod is craft of the word,
Yesod moves the waters till Malkhut is heard.
That’s the ladder in my marrow, rungs carved in my will,
Every mitzvah is a hammer for the world we rebuild.
I heard tzimtzum in the heartbeat, space made for the clay,
Shards shining in the street—lift a spark when I pray.
Every act is a compass, every breath is a key,
When intention meets the Infinite, creation feels free.
Hook:
Tree of Life in my chest, wheels spin in my spine,
Ten lights, seven wheels, one road to the divine.
From the spark to the crown, let the veils fall away,
Moksha on my breath—free soul, no sway.
Verse 2:
Muladhara is my grounding, roots deep in the loam,
Svadhisthana is the river carving canyons to home.
Manipura is the furnace where the doubt turns to dawn,
Anahata is the meadow where the old wars are gone.
Vishuddha clears the channel so the truth can arise,
Ajna like a lighthouse when the fog fills my eyes.
Sahasrara is the skylight when the roof becomes sky,
Kundalini in the kick drum, rise steady, not high.
I don’t chase fireworks—just a candle held right,
Steady practice is the bridge from the shadow to light.
Breath slow, mantra low, let the mind uncoil,
Lotus after lotus blooming right through the soil.
Hook:
Tree of Life in my chest, wheels spin in my spine,
Ten lights, seven wheels, one road to the divine.
From the spark to the crown, let the veils fall away,
Moksha on my breath—free soul, no sway.
Verse 3:
Moksha is the morning after long, sleepless years,
When the I that kept gripping dissolves with the fears.
Some see Brahman in the mirror—no second, just One,
Some bow, love, and are lifted by the personal Sun.
Some still the mind’s river till the witness stands clear,
Different doors, same room, let the stillness draw near.
Not escape from the world, it’s escape from the knot—
From the stories that bind us to the roles we are not.
I practice in the kitchen, I practice on the train,
Every kindness is a mantra, every no is a gain.
When desire loses anchor and the heart learns to yield,
Liberation is a harvest from a long, tended field.
Bridge:
Raise the sparks, spin the wheels, let the center align,
Ein Sof in the silence, prana moves through the spine.
If the self is a mask, let it fall, let it fade—
What remains is the music every atom has played.
Details
GeneratedAug 17, 2025
Duration4:00
LanguageEnglish
Style
pop,unique,universal,wavey,thought provoking, engaging, truthfull realness & smooth delivery with power. Melodic,ukulele
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