December 30 2009
Once again I find myself in Joshua Tree. A trip I will have to make myself one day. I am with the ones I love. My best friend Heather, of course. My good friends Sylvia, Tim, Jordan, Chris and Tim's incredible sister Becky. It is much colder here in December and windy. It is warm in my sleeping bag and warm in my soul. I am sick with a cold, I mush be sick to see this place I guess. The wind shakes us. Rattles our post. But we are still. We are strong and still. The wind is healing and embraces you when least expecting. I was drawn here to heal, the wind followed me to rip away, in gusts, my pain. My body is whole. My soul is whole. My own love is the only I need. I love you. I do. Adventurous.
Once again I find myself in Joshua Tree. A trip I will have to make myself one day. I am with the ones I love. My best friend Heather, of course. My good friends Sylvia, Tim, Jordan, Chris and Tim's incredible sister Becky. It is much colder here in December and windy. It is warm in my sleeping bag and warm in my soul. I am sick with a cold, I mush be sick to see this place I guess. The wind shakes us. Rattles our post. But we are still. We are strong and still. The wind is healing and embraces you when least expecting. I was drawn here to heal, the wind followed me to rip away, in gusts, my pain. My body is whole. My soul is whole. My own love is the only I need. I love you. I do. Adventurous.
Fires. Lyrics and smoke. 10 happy souls.
I spent nights waiting
hoping praying
This peace this comfort this brain of waves
we connect. we respect.
And here it is.
I can't help but to debate
I can't help to find
The reason and purpose
For all this noise.
Here it is quiet.
Only music from souls willing to give
Here we are.
Designated perch assembled by God
Deligent in writing
her soul speaks out and flows with the spilled ink.
Chicken scratch if you can manage to read.
A gang full of hoodlums keep her inspired
"How can I contain all this spirit?" She asks
The wind won't take it away.
"I'll write and spew and empty it all out"
Clear sky is full of purpose
so still it whispers to her.
"Tell me your secrets"
"Give me your truths"
"I want for your knowledge"
Silly tunes are played with great influence.
Friends and food.
Lyrics we all know.
The music brings us closer.
I spent nights waiting
hoping praying
This peace this comfort this brain of waves
we connect. we respect.
And here it is.
I can't help but to debate
I can't help to find
The reason and purpose
For all this noise.
Here it is quiet.
Only music from souls willing to give
Here we are.
Designated perch assembled by God
Deligent in writing
her soul speaks out and flows with the spilled ink.
Chicken scratch if you can manage to read.
A gang full of hoodlums keep her inspired
"How can I contain all this spirit?" She asks
The wind won't take it away.
"I'll write and spew and empty it all out"
Clear sky is full of purpose
so still it whispers to her.
"Tell me your secrets"
"Give me your truths"
"I want for your knowledge"
Silly tunes are played with great influence.
Friends and food.
Lyrics we all know.
The music brings us closer.
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