I am.

Please, don't ask me what I do...

I live and breathe, I'm only human.
You insist? Well, here is a clue:
I am You, but look like woman.
All the labels we create
Aren't enough to give impression.
I am me. I'm love. I am great.
I am free from Your obsession.
Naming names, describing facts,
Chasing smallest recognition...
Physical appearance lacks
My profound definition...
I'm creator of my life.
I'm the writer of my story.
I'm a child, sister, wife;
I am God in all His glory.
I'm beyond this flesh and bones.
I am here and everywhere.
I'm above all pros and cons.
I'm awake and I'm aware.


April 20. This one hit me on the road. From La Cienega/Beverly Blvd. all the way till Robertson/Pico to Yoga West. Had to finally stop driving to record it properly. Beverly Hills. Channeling.