#s.al

“Yo, where we meditate and feel time like wind Ribbons of chi swim Yo, hear life begin Spirit sight, imbued with contact truth Which, smells of soil and tastes of fruit It's devoid of passion Sight soft, spirit passin' The other realms have answers if you're askin', incense ashin' We built a home with sandalwood smoke Thin air, don't choke, stay strong, like oak And circulate, fall into the vision and Learn the ocean's rhythm to escape this mortal flesh prison I'll form my soul from a dull grey blob 'Til I finish the job and feel like God...”

if loving is attached to worry, i shall not know it

show me how to renew

there's no earthly way of knowing

amything we can do, we will

believe in this