I and San Pedro ...
The floor moved in slow calm waves,
geometric patterns were everywhere and I loved, I loved,
I didnt love, I tried to love, but I did love all the same.
I tried to love but was too distracted, there were people in the room.
I felt confused because I wanted to love, I needed love dearly.
I cried for love, and I was scared for love,
because I loved, because I love.
So I playing with incense sticks in the dark
drawing strange patterns and circles,
telling stories that came from the soul,
fealing things that flowed in me,
around me,
through me.
Telling stories of who I am, of who I was, of who I want to be.
Am I big or am I small, I looked in the mirror but I couldnt tell.
Who is it? Me?
Patterns took over my vision, flowed from me, around me, through me,
like the didgeridoo and the jasmin tea.
I loved, I played, I cried and I loved anew.
I made peace, with me, with You, with all.
I slept and I woke to a new day, to a new week.
The rest was behind me now. because there is no past,
there is no future,
there is only now...
And I love, I love dearly, I love plainly,
I am full of LOVE now, yesterday, tomorrow.
I love You, I love Her, I love Me.
But I didnt find it in the Ritual,
it was never lost, just hiding.
No it wasnt in the Sacrament,
It was always inside me.
