I Once Knew a Man Named the Ambassador of Love

Fear

a diversity of options exist
on this land at my fingertips
my feet are on the ground and my mind is sound
our world is large and in sight
our feelings can be out of sight
carrying sounds of the unknown
magical creatures each onare we
beavers creating dams out of trees 
setting the stage the ambiance of home
rotating around the sun
pondering thoughts of beyond 
creating futures while history are we
a softness settles upon, wrapping its arms around
unwravelling my own conscious love

an oak tree billows "THE SPIRITS WILL GROW"

i quit searchin just the other day 
i wanna see where my mind goes
up the hill to sasrafill to meet a man in tokyo
well hes got hands for feet and bugs for eyes 
and he can only see in blue
and if you ask him how he do he'll say
"darlin, i love you"
the door is already locked bolted and tounge tied, but if you sneak in through the window youll find a freshly baked pot pie, heat it up heat it up heat it up and eat it, dose it with some sriracha, theres a rainbow on your face, would you like a cloth sir, it will wash that shit right off your face, it will pot that zit to outer space, this lemonade stand aint made no sales but we still sittin there, the clouds are blue and the birds are out, this pesticidal spray gave me another mouth, now i speak half as much considering i have two mouths, and i have nothing left to say

Seventythousand years ago a man named Saskatoon recorded a song and this is it

it might seem like, im talking bout nothin
but is anything really nothin, at the end of the day?
when a chickidee tweets it knows the words of the land just one tiny better
when i spread this jam on my face i might find somethin out that i did not know before, that i did not know before, that i did not know before
if you noticed my inflection, when i called your soul sub-par, well i was just havin some fun
i think that youre the most beautiful thang, you outweigh the sun, the stars, the light and every other earthling
gonna pick you a bouqet of every flower not on earth, its gonna take a long time but ill sure know what its worth, gonna pull myself up from my pant bottoms gonna do a jig, well thats left foot, right foot, front foot, back foot, everywhere the night foot
my family and i, we might not be proximal, but in our hearts we sure as hell aint distal, ive got family around here and although they arent of the same blood, id lend them my last penny, throw my coat over the mud, ohhhh yeah, you know it
s real, ahhhhh, its just somethin yah feel, that ice bergs meltin aweful fast right over there, you ask the government and theyll be like "boy i sure do care", we've got to get together and show them how its done, with all our love together in one hot smokin bun, that loaf could feed the world, forever more,

Im readin this book, the next pages dont exist

dare to dream another way, another perspective for another day
maybe it doesnt feel quite right, in every strand of existence we can find light,
the obstacles lay within us, disintegrate with thought so our dreams my find flight
barbed wire lenses and a notion to fight, some look at another and want to take their life, what a completely dysfunctional obsolete notion of ourselves

make like a refracting beam of light

Seasons shifting brings about a flurry of whimsical messages amongst tight swirls of change occuring quite rapidly.  Much had come to be so familiar and now it is as if the winds are slowly swiping colors from trees, as you can see those beautiful colors so gloriously at this time amongst the sun rise and sun set.  Everything is so very connected

Those winds are changing, those clouds are something

dum de do de dum de do do do

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Muladhara

This is the last rough recording Im probably going to make... Im getting upgraded recording material Tuesday!!!

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