You ask me what I am , what I do, and I loose the sense of self and vocabulary and all that I feel is Healing. Art was the starting, music caught me in its rhythm and mother, the divine mother kept her hand on my head. But I will end the day she'll take me in her arms. For now I'll serve what she has given to us, art in its many forms.
Everything is energy, Low and high is the only difference where even she rides and witnesses the beauty and crime.
Mother nature, humans didn't leave you from scraping your skin, how will they leave your daughters?
Mother Earth the victims blame you for other's sin and forget the pain you feel.