sista had her eyes open wide
oh so pure on the life vibe
go walk to the sea everyday
giving honor to the greater way
drawn to the rhythm
veering the ism-schism
blessed in earth's gratitude
blessed in such magnitude the path was never easy,
always true.
the bullshit made you queasy,
feeling blue.
oh you'd make yr feelings expressed.
movements of energy unrepressed
secrets only slightly guessed -
bright light, darkness repressed.
i'm not so pure now.
i feel so tainted.
wish it could be beautiful
like the quidi vidi
Monty painted.
the immensity of your beauty,
it's enough to mute me.
what insight holds the trance?
what spirit fuels the dance?
feel the drumbeat soaring
round the beach fire roaring.
now i feel the rain coming down.
the dragon is roaring.
nothing to the tears falling down.
we're all in mourning.
feather on yr chest
snake on yr breast
heart on yr hand
hand on yr skin
skin from the land
rhythm weight falls
carry yr soul over the sand.
sista, how did you get on the edge?
I mean, we've all been in the wedge
with resistance to movement forward
it might feel we're getting nowhere
but the bright light keeps us going on
keep on keep on keep on keeping on
keep on keep on keep on keeping on
i don't believe you meant no harm
a 1000 seasons for yr songs
a 1000 reasons this is wrong
sing out yr prayers you carry on
still clearly
its so eerie
that we're here
and yr gone
together manana
carry you to nirvana
my soul's strength astounds
with this cycle spinning round
i find things within
never before i'd allow
like furrows in yr brow
ask 'what are you thinking?'
'nothing' you were finking -
crying to the trees
heard tears on the breeze
surrounded by light swirling
inside emotions whirling
neither here nor there
like you nowhere & anywhere
yearning to hold you here
where i held yr stare
said 'be real' said it clear
fuc_, i could keep saying yr name
Terra Berra to please
Terra Miranda to tease
saying yr name
let myself go insane
thinking how flowing with life
is fraught with suffering and strife
but i wanna throw my hands in the air
clean my whole soul clear
never be miserable
ride out a tide of syllables
remembering you invisible
still clearly
it's so eerie
that we're here
and you're gone.