If you can’t call me baby, then I can’t be loud
It’s a part of me that’s never been out
I’m ready for something I’ve never had
Listen in the darkness; no, I’m not bad
Qigong is my thing, quiet amid strife
Morning creativity; my way of life
Life has changed; came to a halt
Been in deep freeze; now I am out
Haven’t had a say; maybe this coming year
Not sure what’s happening; tears combining with fear
A child of joy is happening; bubbling in the breeze
Coming as the dawn before the deep freeze
Yes, I matter; oh, I matter; I have the floor
Speak to me of comfort; include me if you can
Accepting the breeze as I breathe
Accepting the breeze as I breathe
I can relax now, let go of the hold
Yes, call me baby, be ever so bold
Stand up for myself, gently inspire
Breathe baby breathe
Ancient silent listening trembling aloud; smells awaken breathe in, breathe out
Love listening, hearing, singing; Universe as home.
September 12-17, 2025
