Degrees in circles
Touch the wood to feel it grow
With the spirit guided gestures
Metaphysical science of self

Count degrees
Count the trees
Here and now
Being me

Everything known in subconscious
Superimposed in an astral plain
Archangel ideas penetrate us
Tuning in riding human beings

Count degrees
Count the trees
Here and now
Being me

Moved around by waves around us
Like sand vibrating on a plate
Emotions, desires animate us
An overmind field thoughts generate

Count degrees
Count the trees
Here and now
Being me

Enlightened with forming matter
Waving paths take hold unfold
Soothing moving gently gestured
Graced and guided by gods will

Count degrees
Count the trees
Here and now
Being me

A such ness is in knowing
It itself as perceived
Are we only automation?
Or are we all free?

Count degrees
Count the trees
Here and now
Being me
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Degrees Lyrics

O' Cealleigh – Degrees Lyrics