YO BABY WAZ UP I SAID IN A SMOOTH AND NONCHALANT KIND OF WAY, TRAIPSING DOWN THE BACK ROADS OF MY MIND LIKE A BOAT ON AN OCEAN AFLOAT IN A VAST ARRAY OF WHITE WASHED FENCES, LIKE THE MOON GLISTENING ON THE CHEEKS OF A FRUIT SO WAFT AND WILD AS TO BE COMING AND GROWING...

A caravan cross country a tribe, a nomadic movement of mixed diversity. Hearing steel drums calling, calling, calling... The king leads his warriors in lengthy procession. And the music rises and Falls in the wind. The feast. Lounging, sun bursting down, warming...

The chattering of the crowd in my mind, reflections of a nighttime moment, a conversation, cleaver word play, as I was crying for a plan, I cram to understand. Hold that breath, that thought, abandon all preconceptions and sink into this here groove. The blue of her...

Merging Masculine & feminine, head & heart, ancient wisdom & modern energetics. Essence of the water, smooth and flowing free take me to a higher plane that’s where I want to be Formation of Fire, materialize above build your strength in inner power, fill...

An essence, a glow inside my hearts it calls to you from over here, which you initiated. In your travels I see your village, I see your children running with joy in bare feet talking through soil. I see the birth of young Mamos, opening their eyes for the first time...