they say this sage will help her come out.
the red smoke will bring her presence.
she dances in the woods ,
and you can only catch a glimpse of her.
her blonde hair flows like a river over rocks,
skin pale as the moon,
she moves so swiftly that she could be right behind you and youd have no idea.
you hear her voice singing her song.
"at break of dawn when theres barely any sun,
come to me my sad one. there was a little toolshed where he made us suffer. he sees everything, and were his forever. my body is the art of Lucifer.  so come to me my sad one. "
she repeats the song about 3 times but on the third you hear someone with her.
when the sage clears up its like nothing happened.

when I am high the world is different.
lifted up I rise,
I dance with the flowers,
but sometimes the trees hiss at me.
when I am high my animal spirit comes out.
I am a tiger,
I fight with both paws,
but walk so elegantly and quiet I am not noticed.
when I am high I am of nothing but indifferent to the world,
I can see the way the ocean calls for the sky.
I can understand and speak to the animals.
when I drink this tea I am high.
this liquid is all it takes for me to belong in a world at all.
to understand the true meaning of life.

Candle-bearing
peace gatherings...
in Night of Ignorance...
have produced,
~Now~
body-sized candles...
in Light of Bliss.

In the empty...
of full...
in the full...
of empty...
the Heart opens...
its:
pray by stay.