For my fellow mesa carrier bruthas and sistas:

Rolling out magic


Wind blowing, feel the friction in the air

Crisp as pithy adornment

     Atmospheric pressure

Pin-prickle goose bump hair rising on the back of your neck

     Have you asked for the storm?

Look to the West, where the Awkikuna stir it up

Stand naked out in the field, open your arms

     Open your heart

     Wait for the humidity to rise, then friction collide

Dualistic polarities; positive, negative

     Negative, positive

     Yang and ying; ride the middle current

30,000 amps of luminous charge

Feel the nanoparticle dance on your epidermal shell

     The campo medio angle

A voltage of light, and punch, from Indra’s wand

Potential gradient upper ionization of true power

Output rapid flicker in 300 millionths of a second

Concrescence initiation on the high ridge of experience

     Akashic Record smack down kiss and embrace

All packed in one supersonic acoustic shockwave of 36,000 degrees

     Hotter than Inti Tayta on a good day

And you, I, electromagnetic radioactive conductors

Crystalline filters of positive/negative intergalactic intercourse

Potentiality of polarization effect seamlessly ionizing the air around us

     Spilling over to the next village in a cumulous convoy

     Strobe light flash, Thor hammer thunder crack

From upper to lower, in smash stroke staccato ribbon

From northwest to southeast, collecting, resolving

     Coalescing into a fountain of Om Shanti transition

     Bearing the wounds of a healer’s spherical grace

Magnetic field current solemnity inherent charge

Mama Killa regulator soothing the fervor

     Drink heartily from the village of the heart

Yield, and honor the bolt’s destination.