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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
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