Calling of the Custodian
Gather of tribal communion
I touch and stroke my hand the Sun and the Moon
Their lips brush against mine making me swoon
The first witness to this generation creatives of dancing lunatics
Disregarding predictive contraptions that keep us sane fugitives
Rebellious nature giving new texture
Youths of the world navigating holy ventures
Lands rebranded
Ancestry reclaimed
Laying bare in the roots is the unbroken wisdom embedded
So give ear to Her voice
That which does not move is the Truth
Her song of uncensored resonance reigns radical sublime
The language of the Now speaks to the Love of the I and I SitaraAlaknandaShakti (c)
