I see, I see the sun around me,
wind blowing behind me;
the ground is creeping up me feet.
Can you feel her heart beat?

There's her oceans, ovaries,
she's made of life that big men on big boats will never see.
But I close my eyes and she sees me,
tells me of how things are,
not what every man thinks,

but what is. What is is only what's there.
She will tell you if you listen- listen with you ears,
standing at the edge of deserts' piers,
eyes wide. Sing with the wind,
feel the sand and the sun and she will tell you.

Taste her Freedom.

Posted: 2007.07.31