-the vocal loop was ripped from an old vinyl about the history of Mount Greylock and the wooden flute was recorded with a sony micro-cassette recorder. the guitar, crows, and river were all recorded in the Mohawk Trail State Forest for the soul quest. during this time, I meditated for eight hours on a rock, overlooking the mountain tapestries of fog. I started the recorded before sitting, hoping to capture something. the crows to the Mohawk were considered messengers, appropriately. I remember there was a kind of bliss I felt looking through the mountain mirror, reflecting me and reflecting it. a brief second of awakening before returning back to the sway of my spine in the wind.
lyrics
“who is this radiant moss flower that descends the deep?”
“I wonder...”
birch chaga grows roots into the fields of Elysium
saturated in mercury
direct descent to the poison path
“Is it you, Lao Tzu?”
eyes stare in silent annoyance
reflecting back
and reflecting back
uncanny familiarity
“Is it you, Kannon?”
death kisses the lips of eternity's bliss
mortality weakens to the blessings of cast iron tea
he laughs
you smile slow
how unfortunate, that
I must return
All the gods between us and the branches of infinity
are you and my love embraced through the enchantments of the earth
In the relief of my breath, I inhale the secrets of our souls,
for the eyes are the sacred passage to divinity and the creators
With a relax of air, I release this plane from such subtle illusions of disconnection
For I am the architect, the sun and the moon, that laughs through the clear waters
awakening from the dream to see you within a momentary lapse of reason
before laying back down my head to rest
The British-Somali poet draws upon everything from leftfield folk to minimalist spoken-word, bound together by simple-yet-cutting wordplay. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 28, 2021