Brindle Style

in the beginning one is flat on the ground 

da Life is making all sound

and little by little a young soul grows

standing up ..or crawl

what we are looking to in others

is what we see within our self

until the moment and the chosen one (shaman) opens the gate to the plains of all existence

a young master was born

the journey is full of pain and suffering

and all too many break and crumble under the weight of the awakening

we are afraid what we don't see

sometimes a symbol makes us disappear in it

and the force of the very meaning showers into our self

but we dont know

nor understand

so we memorize

and bit by bit we learn

we see

until the moment that we learn to conclude

that is the moment when the crying begins

because we see the pain in the world

who can stand up for all the pain 

who can stand up for all the pain

only the shaman that knows no vain

anak tanak...within all traditions the spirit is one

all colors are all

One by One

i kiss the sky and hail the light

for the darkness to be so bright

 

anak tanak - in the name of my spirit  

my love to life is stronger than all pain

my laughter is greater than all my cries 

because I am grateful to be alive