Smudge

There is a day ahead of time We'll purify this place Without burning it down The sage smell so sweet In this place I feel holy Eyes luminous in the dark I forgot that the sun was gone Balancing my platforms of perception Hova bodies and shields will protect them Crystal body's what my souls been set in Like baguettes and Here's my daily bread and Anointed oil cover my head when Deception tries to peek its head in Without an introduction like Letterman I decide to let it in here Won't be long 'til it disappear 'Cause the smell of sage is strong in here I know you wonder what I'm doing here I'm just clearing out what don't belong here Throughout time, whether it's historical text, religious text, miscellaneous forms of art There are messages given to us often in the form of stories, symbolism, etc Giving us clues to how to transcend the mundane Just look past the literalness and find the deeper meaning