beyond estrangement

the tribe of validation

the heart knows

gifts from the mystic

we hold the sacred & profane in one hand

life after re-birth

the art of having nothing to accomplish

there is a moment of pure remembrance

spinning from the inside out

the fiery impulse to recreate soul

moving toward higher ground

to feel the earth within

secret chambers within our naked selves

chaos & order in the heart

through the lens of our finest hour