Fables

She was like a bud in disease

Set her mind upon solution,

analysed the prophecies

and failed to see how Kokopelli

figured grand on his story of man

on the story of heaven on the hysteria of land

populated by the peoples

who surrounded the fertility god of Seneca land

The man and the raga

brewed up a life saga

of uncontrollable horror and bliss.

The rainmaker was met by

believers and disbelievers

Lightning struck and all took flight

But one who stood mesmerized at the heavens

Unaware of the Indian's presence - thunder then

rolled

She who was a bud in disease

had her roots within the ground

and her ears could hear the sound of his breathing

She stared at the sky, mentalised the true meaning

The question was why, the question was what

The answer was he, Kokopelli, had his feet upon the

ground

and his head upon the heavens

Seven times the sound unravelled to

announce his fertile presence, before he said

I'm a big universe,

small body so old in a new place

Died before, before I ever was, was not

If Bad is on the run,

Then Good is at the heels until the pressure

overcomes

and Bad is on its knees

and then Good passes on the run

inciting Bad to come and chase it

as in child's play.

She could now see that he

had a number of solutions

and he walked the prophecies

For he, he cured her disease

and assured her that she be

aware of destiny

to touch Fertility

Join their hearts and their souls

and united they breathed

By their parts and their goals they proceeded to be.

A child came, a call came

and he was on his way

She knew she had to stay.

I'm a big universe,

small body so old in a new place

Died before, before I ever was, was not

If Bad is on the run,

Then Good is at the heels until the pressure

overcomes

and Bad is on its knees

and then Good passes on the run

inciting Bad to come and chase it, chase it

The rainmaker was met by

believers and disbelievers

Lightning struck and all took flight

But one who stood mesmerized at the heavens

Unaware of the Indian's presence

The light and smell permeates the both of them.

Life was being generated, deep in his eyes she saw

that he had love for her.

He spoke and thunder then rolled.