When the damn thing breaks
She sings
And me, on the grass, I listen
On the grass and the leaves and the coal
Drawing orange light from the Power Source
The True Warmth within
This is not snake oil
This is Kundalini
A rising and release
Motion questing for expression that this language can not hold
This ones for a deeper plane
A higher place
Bathed in your love
I can only find it in a disjointed and glorious
Re-Assemblage
Light Breath Dance Be
Francis Bebey meets Dawn Chorus
The forest is waiting for you, my child
Singing in all our languages
Known and Unknown
Named and Unnamed
Solid Melting
The Groundless Ground