Living Tree

[CaribChild]

The birds of morning stand in judgement
Not long ago they offered songs

Brown lips from a plant that gives me sense
Rounds the edges of a sharp tongue

Why do those who know the least
Always have the most to say

Why do those with no direction
Seem to always know the way

Why are you listening to me
I am but a mere tree?

Are you still listening?

The ground is whispering beneath my feet
Slave blood mingled with soil

I'm told the story of how I got here
Epic tales of capture, torture, and toil

Tonight my Jah has shown no mercy
Of me wanting to forget

The Ancestors are everywhere & I see them
Not a rain cloud in sight, I am soaking wet

Trying to walk steady on shaking ground
or wanting to escape the things to which I'm bound

Listen.
The Ancients are all around
Best we listen for their sound
Best we feel for their caress
Best we know the joy in life
When we consider all the stress

A chorus of silence in the night
Whispers, yes
You must take up a different fight

Tonight seek rest upon a cloud
Tomorrow, the Ancients come from underground
And make their way up through the trees
And ride the backs of those who please
It must be Shango whom you seek
A campaign of Justice for the meek
Woe to the lost and errant souls
For them no mercy, the thunder rolls ....

[JAH - GREEN]

When certain levels of Conscience are reached, you can't care for Confusion anymore ; all you can do is let itself nihilize itself, from tail-biting, realized futility, want of inexistence wished by the soul...etc...etc...

Jahgreen, One

[CaribChild]

Yes Beloved ...

JahGreen, after a few reads ... Your words sort of fell into me - Clarity -
You never fail to move me for real - Just ... Wow.

More Life, More Love
Jus