‘True Nature Joy Yes’

The artist says, no I do not live by

The seasons the surfaces of cult

No matter how cultured, how so

No, no, no, for my spirit is turning

Naked in the garden in the building

Abiding stationed from surmounting

Again today, yes, mine is turning

I am worship in spirit and truth, yes

Turning, my spirit is whirling, yes

Whistling the song of the new, yes

Seeing through the veil laughing

With the children looking still, yes

We laugh we smile together, tender

Know us by our laughter by our joys

You know us, who are you as you are

Honor the shoots the fur the creek

Then honor and adoration yours, yes

Turning, whistling in the garden, yes

Whirling, my whirling spirit cures, yes

Cures from the top of the mountain, yes

The artist climbs the mountaintop, yes

Climbs to where can’t come down, oh

To the height of terror, to fright, oh

To climb the mountain of pain, yes

To speak with the mountain, to eat

At the table, to eat the mountain, yes

The mountain is in my belly, I ate yes

All the mountain is mine, all mine, mine

Passed the terror, passed fright, no pain

In my growing fervent making still no

Passed shepherding stewarding of night

My growing crooked making straight no

Passed away through the crevices yes

I say so, yes, my word is knowledge yes

My yes is knowledge, my yes cures

My yes grows, my ever-growing yes

I ate the mountain and I drank the sea

Yes, yes, into my spirit, whirling so so

Weaving beneath the depth of my sea

Washing the tender back of my lovers yes

Yes, my yes is good curing, a kiss yes

My no is medicine, I am medicine yes

I am perfect medicine, eater of rock

No forever, no for sure, no for all yes

No more suffers no more cures no yes

No more fences no lots no harrows yes

My belly is sure, my hands move yes

Yes, the mountain moves in me, yes

The mountains crow, I crow, I am yes

Yes the dawn of the mountains, yes

The crossing of the shining star, yes

The night is cool, yes, into the cracks

Into the lovers the artists all, yes yes

Washing, perfect medicine yes, all

Perfect knowledge, fine bellies yes

Builders the garden all, yes yes yes

All who know, who read do know, yes

Spirit in truth, I am worship, I am yes

Calling maker in the garden yes so yes

Calling whisper in the dark in clear fields

Through my heart of my matter yes so

Whistling through the garden, yes yes

Seas are moving, we are tidings, yes

All are children all one artists yes yes

Are makers world makers, yes, so yes

Whistling singing curing dancing, yes

Living yes the garden yes builds yes

I am the crow, I am nothing, I glimmer

Black crow, clear water, bright sun so

I am the father of tender children yes

Of perfect children tender woman so

Perfect lovers perfect artist say so

Yes quiet mountain singing mountain so

Yes living garden whirling so so

Joy yes so joy yes so joy yes.