THE HIGH PLACES

I heard the heart of the universe

Beating underground

Bloodletting the roots of the river beds 

From wounds pulsing deep under land

The pool, it is unraveling

Bolting strands of green and purple

Letting the light in, filling our heads

Entering every blood vessel

There are sinkholes in the verdant earth 

That mirror the midnight sky

The eye of the storm is churning

Splintering bolts of electrical light

I went so deep inside the dream

To awaken was the Agony

Toward a voice, my hand, it reached

A raindrop touched my fingertips 

Buried underneath the ground

Blood coarsing cold like the dirt

Following the only sound

I broke through the mud of the earth 

I heard the heart of the universe

Speaking her breath into me

Bloodletting the roots of the river beds 

And clearing her way to the sea

The sky, it touches the mountaintops 

Where spirits dwell out of the light

The cosmic iris is opening

To reveal the other side 

I can hear the ancestors sing

Echoing in the high stone halls

The voices of the ancient ones

Climb like ivy on the walls

I can hear the ancestors sing

Where earth souls are conceived

The eye of the storm is opening

Shooting fast bolts of violet and green

From the murky pool of the mother world

I crawled my way out of the dream

White fog clung to the mountain peaks

Cold moss sighed beneath my feet

On this unholy mountain

The spirits come to me

Bloodletting the roots of the river beds 

Clearing their way to the sea.