Projections are clear inside my mind.
They are sound,
though emotions are bound.
If I sway to the movement
all is well*
Emerging from state to state
I find myself cooling to the atmosphere
of my body.
Swirling in the heart there is found
gathering, clusters of ignorance.
Emptying and opening myself is good;
bringing spiritualy enlightened food.
When I become the observer
the patterns become clear.
The eyes of fear
begin to tear.
Flowing forth from the springs of the earth,
I quench in this land
knowing always the One who holds
the water *
I was dancing on a mountaintop
when the earth began to shake;
I fell into a land
of richness deep in snow.
Buried in the cold my heart began to glow.
Reaching deep inside myself
I find the fires delight
I know the simple things in life
are those I love the best;
I also know excitement
and love the hearts unrest.
Singularly I can not choose just one
and not the other.
Though rest assured
my eyes do grow
in light and awesome wonder.
So then I say my prayer
into the whispers of land:
"Send my heart to soar
the ancient corridors of time;
send it to the lonesome spaces
that I can fill them full of rhyme."
"Take my heart and set it free!
Let the rhythms take through me
Contagiously my song goes free
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