Listening to Adiemus by Enya.... feel very tribal........ turning into prose..... the drums talk. Bang the ole metal gas cans..... to the beat of life...... feel the charm..... of my hands. To the Universe..... my heart and my love.... cruisin on a light orb...... to the jewel box in the sky.
Today is timeless...... What hour is it........ What year is it........ Devotion to the animal named horse.
