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. Color Love
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. (Humming) And there's a color, on my face. Runs deeper than the human race Once all the lines have Been erased, Together we can be the change.
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Kerry wolfe
1/1/2019 12:13:22 pm
And in the oneness of life rejoice
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