Freedom Trail by Josh
We are vogagers on many planes dancing vivid into fresh dimensions wandering minstels athletes adventurers shamanic talkers, late night philosphers holding on lightly the passing dreams opeing up to new ways of being growing together in times of great learning voicing ideas that seem quite silly letting great silliness into our loves laughing out loudly at cosmic jokes giggling like school kids about sex and shitting playing wisecrack games with words serving out insults like tennis balls bouncing treading the ground in frost and in snow baring our skins to the high summer sun watching the ebb flow of the moon falling asleep with our eyes on the stars singing our songs to the red embered fire giving our love to the old round earth stepping our way through assorted landscapes mapping the ground with our feet as we move lifting the spirits of ancient pathways drawing lost memories back into life calling a whole new world into form waltzing with strangers on small town high streets gathering tearful on windy hill tops learning to live without leaders or policemen glimpsing eternity in passing beauty grinning with joy at everyday living helping each other to heal past hurtings feeling the shape of our long lost tribe caught in the web of our destineis wove rising togehther from lifetimes half sleeping to walk on this earth to fly with our minds to live in our hearts to journey together outwordly inwardly spinning in spirals out from sun filled cente knitting our life threads in close patterned knot work creating a life worth living