in the jungle
we sing songs to the earth through our hands
we make time an imaginary quest of faith
we dedicate our hearts and minds to knowledge & fortitude
in the jungle the very ground we walk on & cultivate is sacred
in the jungle
children and adults run naked on the hillside
dance to the beat of their own mysric drummer
walk with their heads high and their faces beaming
in the jungle the beast of our burdens is laid to rest
in the jungle
we impart voices to our inner wondering's prayer of eternal question
we don't deny the right of other souls searching along our path
we live most for this moment and sometimes, alittle, for the next
in the jungle we have the ability to see ourselves for the first time
in the jungle
the wild chickens are calling.. at the sunrise, the sunset, and oh
is it midnight already?
the dogs aren't all friendly but you call still see their tails wagging, just a bit
the toads tempt fate by bravely standing just in front of your falling feet
in the jungle there really are mermaids
in the jungle
our work is our prayer
our food our salvation
our manifestation, reality
in the jungle there is no other word than bliss
in the jungle
we watch the days pass like weeks
if you blink, the weeks are gone
and all you have left is luscious memory
in the jungle you can get lost in the labrynth of time
in the jungle
my name changed over night
in a carride with the cia
and i have swam with shiva
in the jungle you never know who'll you meet
in the jungle
there is not a guidebook, but you will have many guides
there is not always a toilet, or a computer, a camera, your identification, a pair of shoes, or a television... but do you really need them anyway?
because
in the jungle,
the whole earth is your playground,
your temple,
your lover,
your friend...
the earth is your provider, your convenience store, your earth, your neighbor, your community...
in the jungle
you have all you need.
