Language I: Intuition - The Contortionist

Restore our vision

Of natural progression

Rise in groves to reclaim the source

The center

We will be the salvation the Mother seeks

Traversing in all directions

Reaching

Expanding

Balance finds it's place

Reaching for the Mother Sun

Rooted to intuition

You are the language

Ever flowing

Ever echoing

Drift with the ebb and flow

Drift with the ebb and flow

Intuition sets in

Branching out from your seed to seek

Contrived sense of inception

Intuition speak to me