The colour of lamplight in the moon
The star of Michelangelo radiating
My rocks that I hold
Samples of reiki for the zone
Where there is a signal to being alive again.
Be my symbol of Love
Be my today forward
Be my low altitude
My airline to standing
My heart writing my dreams down:
soon the sun, soon the light, soon the morning,
soon the the mountain drum.
Like holding sacred text and saying this is word almighty,
or like greeting the bumble bee at night, or an ice frozen waterfall at the tip of spring.
I am a poem written on my body.
I am speech in a Blacksmith song.
A bell chime sounds at my mind,
sounds out my mind;
I want to be a risen one
because I feel the bones of Nirvana.
And want to be a
Great one of the medicine clan.
O masterful sailing ship, I have often run aground!
Find me where I listen and dig me up from that earth.
Here I die a sudden death with pocketed orb of protection.
Here I die again a sudden death with the eternal orb of protection.
I dance. I sing. I stare into my passion.
Walk the galaxy.
Talk the system.