Sound is the basis of all creation, and this bird has been singing as of late. I wrote this little song shortly after arriving in New Mexico in August. It's been reverberating in my soul ever since. And just weeks ago, I had the honor of singing it to my SoulCamp family at the end of a beautiful ayahuasca ceremony in the mountains outside of Sacramento. It's a moment I won't soon forget.
There's a color, on my face
Been painted by the human race
Can you see it?
How would it taste,
If all the lines could be erased?
Tear down my form and
Forget my name
Silence this incessant brain.
For we are all a victim-slave
To memories of passing pain.
And there's a color, on your face
They say it's different but
We're the same.
Like the trees and the rocks and the stars above
All painted in the color love.
So brother, sister, mother child,
Remember that your soul is wild.
Dry your tears and
Raise your voice
And in the oneness of all life rejoice.
And there's a color, on my face.
Runs deeper than the human race
Once all the lines have
Together we can be the change.
Chicago-born citizen of the globe, rich in the things that really matter. Let's get weird.