A simple song about a simple but radical feeling.
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This song is written to my better self, the one that shows up and takes things lightly and doesn’t catastrophize and generally acts like an adult.
My town does a bang-up Krampusnacht. That was last year. The rest of this is my own fault.
I wrote this on the Fall Equinox to celebrate my tradition of not shaving for the seasons of astronomical Fall and Winter.
I started singing these two verses while walking a neighbor’s dog during the COVID-19 quarantine.
This stuff builds up, and then sometimes it just releases.
A hot day in Kaliyug, a walk in the green, and of course any walk during Kaliyug is a walk through fire.
The final act of the alpaca lips.
Big picture, lying in bed.
Those spiritual poets are such jokers!
