Tribal Scents

Sitting just outside i heard them convene closed my eyes that i might just digest their voices What wonderful bites my ears privileged chosen to here this space singularly sacrosanct with its aura of blessing This moment am i won as truth washes over me history and mystery dissolve pristine instance of moment What miracles these devise too alive to apologize sprinkles of wisdom for those open and ready for such No written word compares perhaps a giggling Children connection of flesh and wing certain breath of aeon These are proof by existence what lesser speaking creatures seek answers answers silly beasts the will to survive Sitting just outside their pine down hotel unequivocal as Universe this council of birds