There are ghosts among us… energy lingers… the spirits of the dead wander to and fro about the earth freely… Revealing themselves when they desire to be acknowledged… If you listen you can hear the blood of my people crys out from the ground.
We acknowledge our ancestors and summon their spirits to give us wisdom in times of tribulation.
The soul is found where the spirit wanders… not where the body lies.
My ribs cage a bird preparing to fly… Into the Sun.
Drops of rain fall from heavy clouds and soak into the ground
watering the lilies
quenching the thirst of the damned
as the flowers and the trees reach up toward the sky
Evaporation is Completion.
DEATH.
Sleep of angels…spirit leaving body, thankful of its host…returning to the void…uninhibited by space and form…I am the invisible man…there’s nothing I can’t see…I’m dying to be free…Life is but a vapor in the wind…I’m the invisible man…I don’t have a plan…just living to be free…living is dying and dying is the same…I’m just living to be free…omnipresent eye…lords above the sky…we’re all parcels of the same fragments of light…shadows out of sight…each of us is the same.
