Channeler

Alive today

Inhaling like all

The poetry in

Our world is in

The atmosphere

I let them all

Flow through me

Like I’m a channel

Inside my eyes

I see jungles

Losing my direction

Through a Banyan's canopy

In my unconscious

I'm going to the ocean

In my step

I take the incense

Of desires fluttering

Through my open chest

I take the dark

And make it holy

As the moon

Gleams to me

The world is hers

And she softly

Shows me the way

Her primitive chant

A feminine mystique

Sways my skin

The mountains are shadows

High in the pensive mist I ride

Through for my journey

To our sun temple