Language I: Intuition - The Contortionist
Begin hyper-communication
Restore our vision
Of natural progression
Rise in groves to reclaim the source;
The Center
We will be the salvation the Mother seeks
Traversing in all directions
Reaching
Expanding
Balance finds it's place
Reaching for the Mother Sun
Rooted to intuition
You are the language
Ever-flowing
Ever-echoing
Drift with the ebb and flow
Drift with the ebb and flow
Ebb and flow.
Ebb and flow.
Ebb and flow.
Ebb and flow.
Intuition sets in
Branching out from your seed to seek
Contrived sense of inception;
Intuition speak to me