I yield, To the morning haze that engulfs my spirits; I yield. For Mother Nature calls, My body withdraws; I am within and without. Serenity. I know not why My slumbers break with the sunrise. My inner and outer worlds meddle and wed, And I am one. The birds
Somewhere, In the root of the stomach, It is born. In the gut, It unfolds. You walk. It spins around your neck, It swims from head to toe, And you swoon. You talk. It knocks you back and forth. It’s your mouth that moves, Another voice That’s coming through.