Becoming what?

These days it is easier to believe those we encounter are of a cruel nature, rather than a kind nature.

When did the shift occur? When did it become foolish to leave keys in cars, or the front door to the house unlocked?

It seems to me the late seventies and early eighties were the final years for relaxed freedoms … at least here in the USA.

Are we a paranoid people?

Do we look for the bad in everything, including our self?

“I have held much to be true, which I now discover to be false; I have no reason to suppose anything to be more certain. Possibly everything that I conceive and believe is false. What then is true; what is certain?”
~The Secret Path, by Paul Brunton

She spoke, “There is a beacon becoming”
And I dove into a sea of stormy winds wail
Their might was mighty swift and running
(Every which way)
“Stay with it, child you’re changing”
She sang

Sister sun your ivory tongue is flowin’ like the waters run and all my thoughts jump into
Feathers abound fall on the page down, feathers abound fall on the pages
Sister sun your inner lungs are spinning shapes alive and wove in vision
Praying, pray our spirit, turn, our heart’s’ll become

(And what these words do
And what these words do…)

Sure as flight (and a dash unruly), and faster than the breath you’re heaving
Your wild (as a righteous fury) can be led or be leading
Inside, what a maze of ladders, so you look and look a while (every which way)
This fire, by the burn of-our grandmothers, shapes the way of your choosing
So stay, stay with it, daughter you’re creating this
And every sound you give make sure you’re aiming it

Sister sun your ivory tongue is flowin’ like the waters run and all my thoughts jump into
Feathers abound fall on the page down, feathers about fall on the pages
Sister sun your inner lungs are spinning shapes alive and wove in vision
Praying, pray our spirit, turn, our heart’s’ll become…

Sister sun your ivory tongue is flowin’ like the waters run and all my thoughts jump into
Feathers abound fall on the page down, feathers about fall on the pages
Sister sun your inner lungs are spinning shapes alive and wove in vision
Praying, pray our spirit, turn, our heart’s’ll become…

You got flames for wings, and at the
Stake is the claim of your wild speech
Fake is the flurry try to keep you in a bind
Shake shake shake it off like the way the dragon ride
Out of your cave you’re a beast of another dawn
Like a wake on the current that her voice will
Carry you for another lifetime
Keep your sight set right, leadin with the
Sound of the arrow fly

(And what these words do
And what these words do…)

Sister sun your ivory tongue is flowin’ like the waters run and all my thoughts jump into
Feathers abound fall on the page down, feathers abound fall on the pages
Sister sun your inner lungs are spinning shapes alive and wove in vision
Praying, pray our spirit, turn, our heart’s’ll become.

Source: Musixmatch

Songwriters: Ayla Nereo