quakin'

here i am i find myself followin’ in the footsteps of my mama cuz i’m shakin’ like my quakin’ great uncle penn send me what i need to know show me the way of my mama’s mama’s mama’s mama kundalini what what i’m just a midwestern gal coming from a land of kitty sweaters and box office jesus no no that’s not all small lakes and great lakes the greenest summers you’ll ever see developed me a taste for the sun won me over those three months a year dear set my heart on the golden promised land but found more than that. . . finding more than that.

here i am i find myself opened up myself to a thinly veiled region and legions won’t stop this shaker this quaker who thought I could be happy as a miss fan see but luckilee got my own path to follow hollow love no longer the cord is stronger and stretching toward wholeness and to quote the greatest songwriter “we’ll keep walkin’” we’ll keep walkin’.

here i am i find myself by myself and there are cords to be broken cords to be loosened cords to mend cords to stretch and the country is callin’ my mother fuckin’ name be still be still my mind and don’t even think of turning on that tv be still be still heart art of life and wait for sankofa this fall a wall to pass through new life to bear fruit root root root me in the this earth birth me roll me with the greater rhythms of life for the saturn of my soul is returning burning within me. . . i hear you! i hear You!!!!

it’s time to quake . . . it’s time to quake . . .