End Note

[Poem by Holly Rankin - narrated by Dave Bulger]

There is no chance

This is not a dream

The rain will wash this sorrow clean

Jesus Mary Holy Wars

Left quick crying

Through wooden doors

It is not often that we stop to breath

And fall aimlessly into the summer breeze

And thik of what it is to be

A part of nature's majesty

A part of fate and time and space

A part of love and fear and grace

An atom in the cell of life

A child husband tree or wife

And in these moments I stop and think

Of all the creatures that I meet

The paths that twisted to bring me here

The planets that shifted to bring this near

The gravity that lifted to bring an animal like me

Into this moment next to you

And the sky is raining music

And the flower's scent is sound

The giant mountains are our lightyears

Of thought - our thousand string

Bookcase

Of pshychedelic knowledge

Through as each wave washes to the shore

The mountains become transparent and iluminated, empty

We fill them and the cycle is repeated

This is the land of infinite nothingness

This is the womb of the universe

Our Mother hears our every thought

Our every sound

And as long as we stay true to our DNA

We stay true to her

We are her