My words come bubbling up like lava, no way to hold them back. The piercing burn of passion begins to dance up my spine. I have no control over others but I do return to my internal senses and move with the roaring fire. My flames reak of pine resin and sweet grass, hurling these amplifications of wisdom & clarity through forests of intertwining weeds. Through my constant devotion to source I return to the cave of wander and rest through my minds eye. Treading the way, feeling the New Earth that has been laid through my gurgling voice. Walk upon my foundation and feel the energetic response of these ancestors songs. We are one.

There comes a point in life when we begin to question who we are, what we’re doing, how we’re doing it and what do we do next. I think the hardest part is removing any attachment to the outcome or removing any judgement from the view.