One of my nomadic anthems. Time stopped for me whenever this song came on the radio around 1989.
I see sunflowers blooming in Ethiopian gardens. I see a smiling dark-skinned beauty with kindness in her mind. I hear the hands of time stop as the earth spins on it's axis. I remember people I loved from afar but never knew.
I thought the Queen of Sheba had risen and was singing to me personally. (Yeah - I probably had a vitamin B deficiency. Life was pretty intense back then.)
I still hear Wisdom asking the human race: "Why do people choose to live their lives this way?"
It is an amazing thing to meditate on: she hides herself from no one.
One of my nomadic anthems. Time stopped for me whenever this song came on the radio around 1989.
I see sunflowers blooming in Ethiopian gardens. I see a smiling dark-skinned beauty with kindness in her mind. I hear the hands of time stop as the earth spins on it's axis. I remember people I loved from afar but never knew.
I thought the Queen of Sheba had risen and was singing to me personally. (Yeah - I probably had a vitamin B deficiency. Life was pretty intense back then.)
I still hear Wisdom asking the human race: "Why do people choose to live their lives this way?"
It is an amazing thing to meditate on: she hides herself from no one.
Get off the weed, weirdo.
Get off the weed, weirdo.