to bring together simultaneously
the devotional and the diplomatic
rather than the work that attempts to
take step shake stimulate space
where that split does not subsist
where the stories repeat the same old plots
the space is dark and half-forgotten
but within it lies a power that runs
counter to the principle of domination
upon which our society is based
in essence this is about power
about the difference between
clouds over the state and a nation enclosed
about the stories and thought-forms that convey control
about ethics based on influence within the illicit limiting
leaving it moves in the dark vision
and action magic evoking
transforming ourselves our people our exposure
resisting the destruction
dark ribbons of the road
we pass orchards of oranges and fields of wild mustard
we know
we know witches old religions the goddess
we know
we know the moon akin in sprit form myth
drawing underlining experience
rituals to change
values awakening power
within the bodies
walls connecting nature with the goddess
reinventing changing
emerge alive
as the gypsy dwellers honor
a source of inner mental intangible life
nothing could grow but
the ability to divine the future
to build create to bond
activities of the flesh
ecological destruction
challenging domination
that seeks to connect with
the root
the heart
the source of life
by changing a growing realization
secretly silently underground
related by blood
retelling the passion
feeding it
to break the mold
to dream the moonless as change
to create it in a new image
because...it creates us
giving birth
listening to the shadows
opening the minds eye
all that we don't want to see
turning change
skin soft in the night
life forms itself anew in hidden places
a journey to question our culture on the edge of annihilation
finding the dark revolutionized as our own power
a new image dreamt into action kind and charged
reserved for the unseen
coiled in the heart of every cell of every living thing
the spark of every nerve
and the life of every breath
a sudden flash in the sky
smoking flesh
constantly pushing history
as a commitment to action deepened
even though
i must end somewhere
the journey continues
a journey through fear
a descent into the light
promising something at the end
we know shaped by these words
we can make different choices
consciousness shapes reality
reality shapes consciousness
magic is art
possibilities of fulfillment
hundreds of thousands of small decisions
we are not in truth strangers to this world
we are a part of the circle
to run through the redwoods that sweat mist
we are not separate
we are of the world
--xx
the devotional and the diplomatic
rather than the work that attempts to
take step shake stimulate space
where that split does not subsist
where the stories repeat the same old plots
the space is dark and half-forgotten
but within it lies a power that runs
counter to the principle of domination
upon which our society is based
in essence this is about power
about the difference between
clouds over the state and a nation enclosed
about the stories and thought-forms that convey control
about ethics based on influence within the illicit limiting
leaving it moves in the dark vision
and action magic evoking
transforming ourselves our people our exposure
resisting the destruction
dark ribbons of the road
we pass orchards of oranges and fields of wild mustard
we know
we know witches old religions the goddess
we know
we know the moon akin in sprit form myth
drawing underlining experience
rituals to change
values awakening power
within the bodies
walls connecting nature with the goddess
reinventing changing
emerge alive
as the gypsy dwellers honor
a source of inner mental intangible life
nothing could grow but
the ability to divine the future
to build create to bond
activities of the flesh
ecological destruction
challenging domination
that seeks to connect with
the root
the heart
the source of life
by changing a growing realization
secretly silently underground
related by blood
retelling the passion
feeding it
to break the mold
to dream the moonless as change
to create it in a new image
because...it creates us
giving birth
listening to the shadows
opening the minds eye
all that we don't want to see
turning change
skin soft in the night
life forms itself anew in hidden places
a journey to question our culture on the edge of annihilation
finding the dark revolutionized as our own power
a new image dreamt into action kind and charged
reserved for the unseen
coiled in the heart of every cell of every living thing
the spark of every nerve
and the life of every breath
a sudden flash in the sky
smoking flesh
constantly pushing history
as a commitment to action deepened
even though
i must end somewhere
the journey continues
a journey through fear
a descent into the light
promising something at the end
we know shaped by these words
we can make different choices
consciousness shapes reality
reality shapes consciousness
magic is art
possibilities of fulfillment
hundreds of thousands of small decisions
we are not in truth strangers to this world
we are a part of the circle
to run through the redwoods that sweat mist
we are not separate
we are of the world
--xx
