Cry with me, Mother, and let our teardrops turn to rock. You can strike me until I shatter into a million pieces: I will become the sands

I see the forests worshipped in their tall grandeur shading families from the scorching sun... From Colombia to Lenapehoking, this is Home 

Take me back to North Beach so I can float on the waters, my body forming a bare cross... surrendered to the All Powerful 

The deep clouds have brought their storms, both destruction and nourishment bring about change, for one must die to be reborn

The wind sends her whispers... Traveling through time itself to speak wisdoms and fill our hearts, we stood there listening to this language

The Rain Dancer and the Fire Sprite, the most perfect duet: our feet kiss the Earth, the wind sings in our ears, rain drops dance on the

Sun streaks peak through the blanket of clouds, painting the sky with rainbows: there is no color like the smell of damp earth. We dance...

I wish the moon would swallow me whole so I can bathe in the illuminescence of her white belly, so I can float weightlessly amongst lotus...

When the hazy purple dusk turns black, the shape of dunes on the horizon melts away into the Milky Way which stares at us with ancient...

In the enchanted expanse of the great Kalahari, on the day my path crossed with Elvis and that Rock, I died and lived yet again...