These pages have been written in different texts and different dialects Like simplicity that combines To mean the same thing in unseen spaces We relate and reshape to glisten as we listen to simple times As we listen to simple times
Taking the present moment in hand, calling the days nights As we stand for love Stand for love
I am stripped down, sometimes bare So that I can hear the whisper from my spiritual sisters One kind as recollection bleeds from fingers While writing poems that shine
Elegant ceremonies clone me from ancient presence See I am drenched in an ageless quest to be free Yes, to be free Yes, to be free
Stand for love Stand for love Stand for love Stand for love Stand for love Stand for love
