Plummeting to the barren ground
Redemption is at hand, but the hand is played
My card flits and flickers, fading into candle flame
I fight to make connections,
but the busy mind has captured me
Locked me up inside a dark and dusty basement
Mr. Shaman - are you listening?
How can I give up my sorrow?
(Shaman):
You must learn to embrace the human tribe
In this frozen moment comes the waterfall
I settle in with cradled limbs and fall into the tree
Far underground, upon a ledge
Just above the roots of knowledge
Nuzzling my face into the soft, cool moss
that blankets the walls of this hollow trunk
And right beneath my feet, a pool of crystal water
I brush the surface with my hand...
The connection
I can look through the eyes
of ten thousand generations
at the starry night that glows upon each face
I can sing through the mouths
of a hundred billion people
and the same refrain will ring out with each voice
The connection
I can try to remember the sound of my birthcry
Or smell the lilies that upon my casket bloom
For I've come to the pool of the human universal
The fountain; the waters of the womb
The connection
As I look up the trunk
I can see the sunlight shining
through a forest of newly sprouted leaves
And to share my connection
stand a hundred thousand seekers
each upon their separate ledges in the tree
The connection