Sittin in the moonlight, reflected in the forest
Listening to the crickets chirp, singing in a chorus
when an owl swoops down, feathered crown his attire, eyes gazing softly at our fire

While our flames flicker bright, spirits dance in delight
at the sacred ceremony our hearts sparked this night
frogs croaking in the distance, ditching toxins in an instant
deep work but it barely has us flinching

When the vines wind down, scanning spirals through my crown
Grandma to Pachamama lettin her love pour down
to release internal tensions, cyto-frowns flip around
kickin out old patterns like the shoes of the clowns inside
and suddenly everything’s so beautiful, perception is ecstatic from my eyes to my cuticles
that blissfully appreciate the wonders all around, through touch, taste, scent, feeling, visuals and sound.

Cuz everything in nature has a form and a spirit, the earth has a rhythm, when you listen you can hear it
as we slide into the cycles, synch with seasons like a drum, when we live in natural rhythms we’re in tune with the one.
Everything in nature has a form and a spirit, the earth has a rhythm, when you listen you can hear it
as we slide into the cycles, synch with seasons like a drum, when we live in natural rhythms we’re in tune with the one.


Take a step, feel my feet, touch the colonies of life that lie beneath
the soft mosses, microbiology, as we perceive the roots that wind deep beneath the trees
by the mycelial lines, entwined so carefully. And I believe these mycelia know me
and touch my essence through my feet, and send those messages to those that listen

And there’s a gnome, tapped into the line, testing whether or not, my intent is aligned
Faeries flitz by, elves laugh, birds cry. Every branch is a city, every stone is alive
Lichen living in love, algae feeding fungi, dragonflies fly by with kaleidascope eyes
A spiders on her line, by a gecko in disguise, stalking up on an ant, at work at the plant
The plants are turning elements to chemical constituents, and I’m listening in to hear the secrets of the alchemists
cuz everything alive, is dancing to the rhythm, and the book of nature is, an infinite edition

And these associations in the web of life, are precariously balanced on the edge of a knife
our mother once feathered, is scarred with tar, so lets rise up as Avatars
to ride the dragons of our breath, burn like phoenix’s past death
as associates of life, set the stage for the next… phase
and I’m engaged in this mystical age, so these days. I’ve got the spirit of a sage
The body of a puma, the wisdom of a snake, and as my kundalini rises I’m alive and awake

The sun comes out, vibrant rainbow light pours down as heaven’s blessings
prostrate themselves around, bringing a time of peace
a cosmic birth, and we get to be the shaman bridging heaven and earth.

Cuz everything in nature has a form and a spirit, the earth has a rhythm, when you listen you can hear it
as we slide into the cycles, synch with seasons like a drum
When we live in natural rhythm, we’re in tune with the one
Everything in nature has a form and a spirit, the earth has a rhythm, when you listen you can hear it…