First of all the excitment was tight The risk I was taking to do this Could hurt my flight into this world

I prayed, slept, cried and sang

Going to a place where I could

Still remain living or die

The writing has lead me to the strength

To take the mechanical bird to my

Destinations and my revelations

The pressure of the flight exploding my brain

With so much force I had cups

Holding my soul and spirit within

So my trip and birth could be

The hot towels at the bottom of the cups

Sustained me for my rebirth to emergence

With GOD'S doing and observance

So Mote It Be:

Love, Light & Peace