stalk
05-26-2006, 05:57 AM
so every thought
has a ripple, magic
is the butterfly trailing
becomes a cloud
above a river where
my roots have slithered,
leaning back now
to the sunshine thru redwoods,
a vision of eyes
in this fire.
So much energy being
converted,
this heat provokes
meditative
understading.
Just got back from camping,
thought I would improvise
and spit some jazz for you guys.
:H
has a ripple, magic
is the butterfly trailing
becomes a cloud
above a river where
my roots have slithered,
leaning back now
to the sunshine thru redwoods,
a vision of eyes
in this fire.
So much energy being
converted,
this heat provokes
meditative
understading.
Just got back from camping,
thought I would improvise
and spit some jazz for you guys.
:H