ok folks. got another spoken word piece, fresh of the jungle presses. its a little shorter than my usual pieces, but each line is pretty packed. the theme of the piece is pretty clear, i believe. Enjoy!

I drain the cup, giving up
all my stress and my strain.

Standing at the doorstep,
I kneel down and pray.

Saying, 'please free me'
I said uh, 'teach me of your grace;
bubbling through my body
and uh coursing through my veins'.

Now the gate opens up,
and my cup overflows.

I see the majesty;
I see the universe unfold
before my eyes,
open wide.
I breathe a sigh.

My heart is shining bright;
I press my palms up into the sky.

Gratitude! Gratitude!
Sacred food that feeds my soul

Grandmother makes me humble;
shows me how to be whole.

Whole body, whole spirit,
whole vision, whole mind.

Find my integration
through the mystical vine.

So now I touch down
to the ground of living light:
geometric fractalation,
energetic inner-sight.

And I see that all is love,
with a heart that's purified.

Ayahuasca on high!
I praise you divine.

-Eka