Song Dancer Wind Something Woman

Mack Hall
mhall46184@aol.com

Song Dancer Wind Something Woman

(slowly, soothingly)

Like, you know, crystals are so last week’s feeds;
Magic rocks are the latest transcendence,
Drawing from the mountains the soul’s desire
To be one with the one-ness of all things,
Warmed by the desires of the seeking heart,
These rocks, blessed by the, like, ancient peoples
Bring peace and healing to the soul and spirit

(Faster)

And, like, I don’t care what people say

About me and what I done in high school
‘cause that ain’t, like, none of their business
And these people that don’t know me judge me
But they’re in darkness I have found the truth
In Transcendental Earth One-Ness as taught
By the One and he likes me anyway.