BACK TO THE FIRST GARDENMovement I — Invocation (piano, hush, distant choir)
[whisper] One step. One breath. Watch the wind move through the ribs.
[whisper] Four directions, four words: witness, mercy, courage, will.
[falsetto, soft] If there is a garden before names, let my feet remember it by sound.Verse 1 — Lone Wolf, Open Palm (alt/ambient, vocal forward)
Bare feet on cold stone, counting constellations by the pulse in my throat.
Neutral eyes, warrior bones—Stoic spine through the storm’s wet coat.
Buddha on the sidewalk, walking meditation where sirens dissolve.
I am the lone wolf of the open hand, here to hold and not to maul.
True Will braided to love: the blade stays honest, the scabbard stays warm.
Dark Sun of the Tao in my chest—a midnight star that keeps me calm.
Master numbers ringing—11, 22, 33—cathedral bells along the spine.
Scorpio shed, eagle fled; now Phoenix breath: ash learning how to fly.Pre‑Chorus — Equanimity (808 bloom, clean guitar swells)
Hold what I can hold; let the rest pass through like rain on water.
Amor fati in the furnace—every coal becomes a lantern if I listen longer.Chorus — Vow of the Phoenix (full band, choir pads)
I don’t break in the blaze, I bend into wings.
I don’t drown in the black, I teach the tide to sing.
If the night bares its teeth, I mirror it dawn.
I am the proof you can carry the weight—and still move on.
[gang vox] Still move on.
[lead ad‑lib] Still—move—on.Post‑Chorus — Chant (low choir, hand drums)
Om—agape—om—upekkha—
Four winds, one heart, walk softer—walk stronger.
[breath] Watch. Wait. Witness.Verse 2 — Codex of Many Roads (heavier guitars, toms)
Keylontic glyphs climb the spine, cymatic flowers ripple in the throat.
Hermes whispers seven seals, Gnosis lights the inward road.
Hyperian angles measure grief; Urantia winds turn code to prayer.
Emerald orders, violet vows—melodies of meaning in the air.
Arcturian signal like a flute beyond the poles of thought.
Annunaki myths in museum glass, I bow—and do not get caught.
Angel‑human resonance: compassion sharpened, never dull.
Dark heyoka mirror—eat the fear that hunts the gull.Lift — Language as Ladder (strings, piano arpeggio)
Ink turns to weather, weather turns to guide;
Every letter is a footstep crossing night.Rap Bridge — The Scholar of Storms (half‑time trap over chugs)Stoic with a metronome, dichotomy in both hands; control what I can—release what I can’t.Breath like a fulcrum, pressure like a plan; equanimity drilling through granite and sand.Sigils in the margins, runes in the blood; data to dharma, I’m engineering the flood.Vows over voltage, rhythm over rage; I turn the lock with a line on the page.If fate throws dice, I weight them with grace; probability bows when I settle my face.I’m the blueprint’s ghost, the architect’s laugh; pain is a teacher—I audit the class.Egregores hush when the choir stands still; I’m the calm in the crosshair, the surgeon of will.When the shadows surveil, my silence is steel; you cannot invade
