And all that I love is blowin' like tumble-weeds...
I just got back from Mexico where I slept in the sea, and thought well. The moon rested its head on my shoulder and two birds flew out of my toes. Mountains were eroding by my knees, and my sister dug a mote around me in the sand before the tide came in. It is so good to feel the compulsion for unity with the Spirit. Not just communion, although that's good too, like talking to yourself and shouting into a cave. It's like my ears have been stopped up, and I could faintly hear this compulsion for unity with the Spirit, but suddenly I hear better and everything has been vibrating with it in intervals of fifths.
I woke up when it was dark and started walking East until the sea gave birth to the day. Fish jumped above the water feeding themselves to birds after they saw the sun. Birds who had seen the northern lights flew all the way from Canada for the sun and fish to rise from the sea.
meditate, pray, serve
I woke up when it was dark and started walking East until the sea gave birth to the day. Fish jumped above the water feeding themselves to birds after they saw the sun. Birds who had seen the northern lights flew all the way from Canada for the sun and fish to rise from the sea.
meditate, pray, serve