What up Papa Dove?
I hear your calls from above,
I feel your vibrations of love,
your gentle right action nudge.
I like to visit you in sacred places,
I’ve come to daydream of your many faces
I kneel at your feet with my hand of aces
I’d cut out my heart for your comforting graces!
You take away the worry of my ills
You replace it with peace and rippiling chills
I empty my cup, so yours I can fill,
Please Lord, I pray, not mine, but your will!
I’ve walked through the wilderness with cuts on my feet
I’ve humbled myself and taken my seat
You open my eyes and save me from sleep
Foever yours, without you I weap!
with faith I walk through the passing days
sweet presence reminds me of your ways
for now I know I can’t see you my sage,
but I feel you inside, for your insight I pray.
I reach to you in dreams and wake
whatever you wish, I will not forsake.
your healing brings clarity and erases my hate.
I vow to be patient, for higher love I will wait.
Until then I will preach in your name,
I’ll invoke waves of passion alone with my gaze.
I will leave people feeling never the same,
dropping your clues behind to get out of the maze
You are beautiful, sensual and misunderstood
Lay myself down on a bed of thorns I would,
if only for one moment I could,
enrapture the world with your vision of good.
Take me off to distant lands
I will spread your word through the language of dance
I will shaktipat lovers with your warmth through my hands
alone or with numbers for the mission I stand!