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
