I Offer My Music
To you who hold the keys which ope the gates,
Which as of now seem more like walls than portals,
These notes, for you, are berries sweet and lithe
Abundant handfuls ett in joyous heart.
A bite, a summer’s work of merry bushes,
Composed of light and Earthen hearty juice.
The pops are quarter-tones, once unified
In beat, do sound the melody to fly
You higher. Thus, you, akin to 3 & 10
Apollo, shall upon imbibement of
My fruit, proceed to launch a billion miles
Beyond the frequence of your wildest dreams.
Of plaguing links to Ic’rus worry not,
Nor any would-be hero failing heaven;
Their stories to the world are all forgot,
Allowing you the space to journey forth.
Transcend it all you blessed soul, and pave
The road with love: a solid flowing light
Directing seekers to their holy bounty.
The clearest vision ever in their life.
Behold the Dao inside the fruit I offer,
Through mouth & heart & will into the ground
The roots embrace the loving core of she
Who braces us to see infinity.
Let go and go to fly you to your council.
I pray and bless the winds to float you hence.