Feel It

I'd like to touch the tops of the trees
Dive down to the deepest depth of the deepest ocean
Hear a symphony of beautiful sounds I never knew existed
Forgetting my humanity, I want to venture into the unknown

What good things I've never felt
I want to feel them
The rain to wash me on a mountaintop
I want solid souls all around me
A chorus of fairies flickering in the twilight
A drumbeat that I can dance to
Children of my own to laugh about me

I'm gonna run wild and free
I don't care what you think
I don't want to be stopped
Let me be invincible
Hop on one foot if I like
Or paint with chocolate

Get dirty in the mud
Float down a Tennessee river in the heat of the summer
Drink tea with the ladies in Kashmir
Share a story with the King of Morocco
Kiss you in the rain
Cast a spell on the world
Run the finest silk through my fingers
Lie with my ear to the ground for hours
As God speaks in rhythms and beats
Touch your skin in a field of lavender
Drive so fast that I can't see
I'll see magic at every glance

I feel God in the soil in my hands
I see His wonder in the buds of the pussy willow
He is the Master of color
He breathes His life into a world of dying things
He paints His beauty on the face of the moon
His love, it runs its course through my veins
Pulsing energy to go and be
To fall down at His feet in His world
With no fear of pain or death or sadness

For the rest of my days
I'll run with no fear
Through this world
Screaming until my voice is gone
Or He take me home
And I'll shatter all this doubt
With the throbbing tap of my bare feet on His earth
 
 

Don't Touch What You Don't Understand

You wanna touch the sleeve of my blouse?
Is it that difficult to resist my charms?
Or just why don't you pretend that I don't drive you mad?
So what if I'm alluring to you.

You think that my hair looks pretty
I've got soft, white skin
My style is unique, it's dream-like
I brought you to another world
I raise the bar, you say
I'm your little muse
But dear, you've gotten all confused

I won't play the muse
Cause I won't sit for you
A pretty picture just to admire and use
I'm a living, breathing child of God
Created to create
To be loved the way you wanna be loved
It's so damn shallow the way you care for me

Babe, stop all this objectifyin'
It's like you never had a mother
Respect a lady please
If you wanna call yourself a man
Your Ego, it's gotten out of hand
Why don't you take a minute to reflect
On your actions
You know the ones that make us cry

I won't be liked the way you wanna like me
So if that's your deal, no compromise
Well, you keep your hands in your pockets
Cause from now on we are just gonna talk
And you'll lose what you could've had
And I'll have a good laugh

Daily dose of Berry

"For the care or control of fertility, both that of the earth and that of our bodies, we have allowed a technology of chemicals and devices to replace the entirely cultural means of ceremonial forms, disciplines, and restraints.  We have gathered up the immense questions that surround the coming of life into the world and reduced them to simple problems for which we have manufactured and marketed simple solutions.  An infertile woman and an infertile field both receive a dose of chemicals, at the calculated risk of undesirable consequences, and are thus equally reduced to the status of productive machines.  As for unwanted life–sperm, ova, embryos, weeds, insects, etc.–we have the same sort of remedies, for sale, of course, and characteristically popularized by advertisements that speak much of advantages but little of problems… That is only a new battle in the old war between body and soul–as if we were living in front of a chorus of the most literal fanatics chanting: ‘If thy right eye offend thee, pluck it out!  If thy right hand offend thee, cut it off!"


Wendell Berry’

A Kiss That's Hidden at the Corner of Her Mouth

She dreams in blues and golds
Waiting for the one who will steal
What she has concealed at the corner of her mouth
Maybe she's met him, maybe she hasn't
And maybe she never will
But her secret, oh that you will never know
And she will never tell
For you must feel it to know it
It rests, ever-so alluring on that rosy mouth

Maybe her lips have been kissed
But she has not given anyone the Kiss
What she holds in that corner
Well, you cannot possibly imagine
The magic, the delight when she chooses
The one
And she will choose with intention and purpose
And he will choose her
This Kiss is not for the faint of heart

If you steal it
It may raise you up to the divine
Or it may take you back home
But what is certain
Is the beauty that will follow
When he finds the Kiss that's hidden at the corner of her mouth

And some call her scared and some call her cold-hearted
For keeping such a secret for so long
But if you look closely she is sure
The Kiss is surely there, living, vibrant, willing
Tempting many
But allowing not a one
Beware, you may want it so bad it will drive you wild
But only she knows who deserves it

She sleeps with the window cracked
Maybe one night the wind will blow him in
To steal the Kiss and they will steal away into the black night
She dreams in blues and golds, waiting, saving it all
She dreams of you

Clickety Clack

"I'll twirl my little skirt
And it'll be my shoes instead of yours
My shoes instead of yours
My shoes screaming back
Click clack clickity click click click"