this is a poem from a year ago,
I want everbody to check the you tube link on my page so you can check fruit tree tour pro form ance
bless, headed to compton next week and the greator LA area,
Jah's son


I saved a butterfly today,
it was caught between the drapes and the window,
the sun was out, out drying the ground,
it warmed the house to a nice end of summer temperature,

The winds could be heard fluttering against the glass,
as I opened the window and placed it in my hand it calmed,
and then flew out towards the sun,
towards its inevitable death,
towards its destiny,

Maybe it was you who I touched,
brushed my hand freshly shower soft by your wings,
and freed you,
watching you fly away didn’t bring any sadness,
but the way you flew to the sun brought joy,

The path of the star is lower on the horizon,
about to sift my sky like the way the music sifts into other sounds

and it seems the soundtrack to my life has been played before,
in roses I’ve laid before,

The earth shook beneath me for the first time,
its motion could be felt through out my entire eternity,
if I get still I can still feel after shocks,
no one can enter what the knower locks,

I watched as my canvases all moved with the earth,
waves of magma under us, seeking release,
the friction of the earth, but the sky did not move….

I am MOVED, physical verbally and this motion can not be stopped.
It rains down drops of enlightenment from heavens eyes dropped,

It rains down in freshly turned yellow,
it rains down in moments of understanding,

I used to try to catch it on my tongue,
but now I don’t run, enlightenment will come in the speed in which I lead
myself out of the darkness and into the light of the future…

Its like watching a movie that can read your thoughts
and around each turn is another pile of attachments to burn,


Some cant bring themselves to do it and through the night they are cold,
be bold let it all go and see what comes back
lose track of time and sleep all day,

The mountains air is fresh, the altitude is high,
some when they see all of the materials burning they laugh
some cry…..

NOT YOU, NOT US
trust is the fire I burn….

Like that butterfly that surrendered in my hand.

and I released it to the sun,

I release to my destiny