space to breathe
space to be
space,
lord
om namah shivaya
I ask not of any earthly lover
but of god
take me to a place
amongst sturdy pines
cedar, spruce
to sacred hills
silver boulders
Howling old wind, become
blowing bells, bansuri
water cold, original ice
discipline
Himalayan stream
om namah shivaya
I ask not of any earthly lover
but of god
take me to a place
amongst ochre earth
sienna sand
to the dunes
turquoise, cacti
Howling old wind, become
whistling rattle whips
ancient earth, eternal light
surrender
Desert being
om namah shivaya
I ask not of any earthly lover
but of god
make me space
space to breathe
space to be
space,
lord
