When I heard your ideas so far from mine, I embraced you
Born in distant lands of our mothers
A sacred trust given, carried in the heart, food for the soul.
Walking in this night broken freedom lost in the garden
Together searching galactic alleys in distant skies
Missing links formed before the birth of, or by the birth of, the spoken word
Let there be Light
Dancing amongst the seeds that grow in the halls where laws are made
where wisdom keepers, shamans, sages are locked out, but not forgotten
Speak to me, with that silent breath carried by the wind, old stories rewritten, retold
Speak to me, with that silent breath of the night our mothers shared, old stories rewritten retold
Speak to me, with that breath, that breath of life, that carries the words of your ideas
Now no different from mine.
In this beautiful spot
a rock by a tree at the river bank
lays listening to the birds.