– call or message inquiries – 949 | 637 | 2122 ‘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.