Sedona canyon tells a tale of ancient walks with unfading footprints
That is all-pervasive swooning of rage of the native
Red dusts of Mother's blood
Breaths quickening as air take form of throbbing intensity
Tender opening
This vulnerability is the timid heart dying
Words appear superfluous compared to the warmth of the sun
As I look up a raven sails through the vast expansive of the blue sky
Not a cloud in sight
What use of names when reality is here
Glory is crowned to those that dare
What is witnessed in the daylight is great
But can the daylight ever witness the day
So that is why you and I are in the play
Chant of the millennium
Eeh-yeh-eeeh-yeeeh-yeeeh
I surrender
I see fire
SitaraAlaknandaShakti (c)
