make me a space
space to breathe
space to be, god
make me a space amongst sturdy pines and cedar, spruce
to sacred hills and silver boulders
blowing bells, bansuri
water cold, original ice
discipline
himalayan stream, become
om namah shivaya
I ask not of any earthly lover but of god
make me a space on ochre earth and sienna sand
to the dunes and gray green cacti
whistling rattle whips
ancient earth, eternal light
discipline
desert wind, become
om namah shivaya
I ask not of any earthly lover but of god
make me a space
space to breathe
space to be, god
