These pages have been written in different texts and different dialects
Like simplicity that combines
To mean the same thing in unseen spaces
We relate and reshape to glisten as we listen to simple times
As we listen to simple times
Taking the present moment in hand, calling the days nights
As we stand for love
Stand for love
I am stripped down, sometimes bare
So that I can hear the whisper from my spiritual sisters
One kind as recollection bleeds from fingers
While writing poems that shine
Elegant ceremonies clone me from ancient presence
See I am drenched in an ageless quest to be free
Yes, to be free
Yes, to be free
Stand for love
Stand for love
Stand for love
Stand for love
Stand for love
Stand for love
