

Prompt / Lyrics
I climb out the window of my own soul and sit on the cliff of my own nose Like the thinking man sitting still Thinking of the prophecy to fulfill Sharing a sunset with my vessel God is with us & our shadow Grounded and chilling I look down to see the plateau A Plateau stump, like a giant tree They say is a mountain, they lied to me That big old Mountain was a tree The giants cut selfishly But they thought it's big, you're small They don't know my energy at all They see a speck, like a blackhead pore IAM sitting and chilling on Mount Rushmore With The wind and the sun And Even sprinkles of rain All the energies know my name They know my touch They know my sound They know when my vessel Lays on the ground They pour into me And I pour into them We are all one But IAM their little gem I honor the Sun, I honor the earth I honor the moon, I honor the hearth I honor the elements, I honor the wind I honor actions. Not just cause your kin.
Tags
blues, female
3:13
No
5/31/2025