Call Now, within, the Prayer OK
No Mistake, Its True
I’m Here to Stay

Even with Gods Consciousness
all Holy work, sometimes a mess

In shock,  just Born, each Day ANEW
with sphinx like questions asking Who?

My pen just birthed this fall it seems
my brush, my pen, and All GODS Dreams

I am the ONE, I know its True
From Loves Great Grace, born in Peru

Now Seen, I feel the calm of Peace
the shamans charm, a great release

My Heart is calm in light and  dark,
in either field I chase the spark.

This rhythm is a child rhyme,
now seen as Vision, I know its time

Return me now, my woman’s dance
Fertility rites, with manly stance

My writing now turns back to God,
to love the snake that loves the sod.

My body is its fleshly Home
Now seen, I claim, it now does roam..