• When I shut my mouth
    and quiet my mind
    knowledge flows free
    God is there for me to see

    Vicious dogs are bitter
    tired of being tied to a tree
    vicious dogs are frightened
    victims of cruelty

    God is in my palms
    the devil in my fists
    they both rent space in my mind
    they are both making lists

    Flush out the past
    witness the present
    so I can embrace the future
    learning to step out of my spinning circle