jason
jah-sun

lover of life, manifestor of Spirt

how many

fungi-fueled,
drum-infused,
tribe-laden,
campfire-lit,
star-filled

nights

(and days and nights and days and nights)

have we spent together in communion with the Funk?

too many to remember and yet
not enough.

to a kindred brother...

whose journeys have taken him to the depths of every emotion and beyond...

whose curiousity and passion for life is a flame, oft concealed, that burns brightly for all that know how to squint...

whose music and teachings have been shared with cultures and countries from cuba to azerbaijan and yet every step finds him a humble student ready to learn...

whose love and excitment for creation dare to be shared with the world in ever greater abandon...

(and last but not least)...

who knows at least three Kama Sutra positions that Vatsyayana himself censored for fear of injury (ladies bewarned!)

brother, so many latenight / earlymorning transitions have seen us awake among the most beautiful and insane tribe ever designed by God, counting ourselves blessed to count ourselves among them... may we always have truth-sessions whenever our journeys cross. i love you ~ blessings on all journeys