Storming Heaven
sound our trumpets high to the gods...for tonight we storm heaven and ascend the ladder of stars
every ladder in every direction, outwards upwards deeper in
we will rise now, shake off the dust of disease, war and poverty,
translate the ancient codes of sorcery, science and faith
to solve the equation of the absolute

spirit of man awake and testify to your historic grandeur
for tonight we are free and dizzy and full of the clouds
rebuilding god in the mirror
and see she is he
all myth births reality

but who am i? just another voice searching out secret harmonies in this chaos symphony
encouraging silent hearts to sing out a structure to our destiny
just a whisperer of mystica like the jah of many faces
sweeping low in my chariot of sound

God in the yeast and yoghurt
in the bug on your hand
in the worm in the mushroom
in the glowing map of our bright and unusual minds