My age? not important.

neither young nor old am I

as fresh as a morning glory

what perceives but is not itself perceived

sees everything new in unspoiled glory

from the soul of my third eye

and an unseen wave flashes rhythms to the nameless unexplained for those awake who listen a stone shall call their name

and the lightening and the thunder accomplish all wars, all trials and tribulations, resolve the agony of more than a million witches, put away envy and ambition, unload boxcars of bad tradition, leaving simple people singin' from the soul of real gospel

bringin'...

toss all weapons in the ocean,

lean on Mother Nature's motion

you ain't afraid a nuttin';

wives remember tenderness,

husbands forget failures' bitterness,

no need to blame a pregnant wife no more, no more, and

a child shall lead them home…

come,

follow me