feel my love
sprawl yourself out in the village
crying the names of oleaves long forgotten
Goddess is everyone
you heart falls and rises, like a orblike flower
raised by the angels and descending upon tao
fluttering in every face, valleys and hills of beauty
every nose the cave of some philosopher, migrating in and out
on the winds. so many caves, where philosophers of oxygen
practice spirit magic of regeneration
coming in to lend their energies, touch my surface, giving life
glowing hands of chitchaiya
these are the true ways
breathe in, a lifetime, and out, discarnation, on the winds again...
i am africa
feel my healing winds, the tribes of air
live within and without, my body is an air colony,
and a water colony, and a food colony, and a solar power colony
all these tribes, living at peace always without trouble, we are meant to

every breath holds a new philosopy, i am africa and i am also america,
we are reflections, and i am also in every person, when put together we can be seen as whole
not actually split, not actually set against eachother, fear not
no story can make my lungs attack my heart, no coercer can set my bowels against my womb
i am wholer, than these things...
all this sad talk, falls away, and has no effect...
europe is a part of me, we are all together...
asia is my buddha mind..
australia is my surf board...
with my love america, spinning, are we forever,
surfing this circular world...
feel me, because we are one, at my root, both like a tree and seed at once
unweaving from time... purple pink horizons, bring me reasons to rhyme
i amm kai-nejoa