Kate Lamberg Center for Natural Healing and Creative Arts~

a muted grey sky kept her sleeping longer with bed clothes creeping over head- she'd been oblivious to the now changing sky beaming a blue beret, worn atop the blackened roof of a world waking too soon to be touched by a sky--changing while a million blinks of eyes, hypnogogic--do dream salvaging the strength of a northeast wind keeping the beat of gypsy souls---dancing upon the unharvested soil... alongside a quickened river- wildflowers blaze benevolent the stories that dancing feet unfurl- can never lie when trust is braided bronze and copper crafts one strong matrilineal line: daring to swing hips in an arc, shoulders coming full circle, and the simplicity of chests blossoming morning glories, cheering empowerment for sisters dancing a river restless hestia, hekate, helen how honoring those, we keep dancing- holding the light uppermost how do we say sacred? with the transparency of gossamer--whispered with the lightness of an...

won't you be that someone to jam in b flat with- no held bars, no rests just drive in to the beat baby-- know your one, and you can go most places unscathed, relaxed, on fire with the bebop that gets your soul   high wired, tireless, sweeping beyond anything man woman child can conceive down with the beat baby upbeat goes meeting the center of harmonic convergence right here, and there, and all the in betweens.. .a driving force, reckoning all the light shadows consumate in the air of nonchalance- diving into windmill spring... is singing on fire-- the grinning of sunsets that means more than just oxidation riveting on the beat, and then just off the beat goes on to purple mountains majesty amen awomen let's get down to the beat baby bass line broadens as waves break-- when the singers are thirsty-- trusting there is water--oh, whenever the timing brings the need to keep jamming with the one warbling, followed by third...