KUNDALINI "You are a livingness, a verb. What is arising in you, at this moment, is the great realization." — Christopher Zzenn Loren I was not from the East I was not from the West Not out of the deep blue Or up from the ground My place was placeless A trace of the traceless Neither body nor soul On the day I was found Silence broke my tongue and subtle flames were streaming 'neath my skin And all I was doing was breathing And all I was doing was being When the fire crept in I was breathing, breathing 'Til a quickening at the base of the spine I was breathing, breathing In a space of not knowing yours from mine I was breathing, breathing Toward a moment when the serpent would unwind Two into one One with all things Awakened, my love Shaken by love I was not from the East I was not from the West Not out of the deep blue Or up from the ground My place was placeless A trace of the traceless Neither body nor soul On the day I was found Silence broke my tongue And all I was doing was breathing We were two into one One with all things Awakened, my love Taken by love We were two into one One with all things Awakened by love Shaken, my love ___________________ words by Patsy Moore (including and informed by the musings of Rumi, Sappho, and Mirabai); music by Mar with Patsy Moore Copyright © 2018 Patchouli Grove (SESAC) / Funky Mulatta Music (ASCAP)

BELOVED "i have studied the tight curls on the back of your neck / moving away from me / beyond anger or failure / your face in the evening schools of longing / through mornings of wish and ripen / we were always saying goodbye...'" — Audre Lorde You pull me near You call me 'friend' And then you steal away again You pull me near You call me 'friend' And then you steal away again I can't say who I am to you But I've seen who I am for you Beloved I can't say who I am to you But I've seen who I am for you Beloved Beloved Beloved You surface Under cloak of night Then disappear by morning light Beloved You surface Under cloak of night Then disappear by morning light Beloved I can't say who I am to you But I've seen who I am for you Beloved I can't say who I am to you But I've seen who I am for you So I wait For you To trust the connection I wait For you To trust the affection I can't say But I've seen Beloved You won't say What you mean Beloved So I wait ___________________ words and music by Patsy Moore Copyright © 2017 Patchouli Grove (SESAC)

TALISMAN "A star has a hint of galaxies." — Talismanist Giebra I feel her cool smooth in my pocket And hold her closer than a secret We share a past I read the future Painted on the face of a stone Cool and smooth in my pocket I feel a cool breeze in the evening Brushing softly as a secret It says, "You shared a past She is the future Painted 'cross the sky in stars The cool stone in your pocket On a cool somewhere evening" Painted silver as stars Painted red as the blood flowing through the lungs, pumping through the heart Painted Amen The woman is a talisman Amen The woman is a talisman Amen The woman is a talisman, a talisman Amen The woman is a talisman She's keeping me from harm ___________________ words and music by Patsy Moore Copyright © 2017 Patchouli Grove (SESAC)

WALKING THROUGH WALLS "So Eli told Samuel, 'Go and lie down and, if called], say, ‘Speak, G-d, for your servant is listening.'" — 1 Samuel 3:7-11 So you're a white cat But first a blue butterfly And then a white cat 'Same blue in its eyes White cat I took a long staircase Up to your white room 'Strange, familiar place You're the murmur 'Has me tossing in bed You're the murmur Filling up my head Murmur Message to relay In my black room At the end of the day And I don't know how you know me Or how you placed the call But I've been walking through fire Since you've been walking through walls Hush now, please It's time for rest It's time for rest For resting in peace I think that's best Would you agree that's best? So you're a white cat But first a blue butterfly A trickster With the same blue in its eyes Murmur Sounding through the veil And I don't know why you chose me 'Been afraid to make the call 'Cause I've been walking through fire Since you've been walking through walls And she's walking on water And you're walking through walls ___________________ words and music by Patsy Moore Copyright © 2017 Patchouli Grove (SESAC)

EVOCATION (THE TEMPLE) "It's always our self we find in the sea.." — e.e. cummings She said, "Here is the temple" She said, "This is the temple" She said, "Here is the temple" She said, "Enter the temple" "The Holder of Life Will cleanse you of sorrow Cast a net in the ocean Be cleansed of your sorrow The fixer of broken parts Has love for your broken heart" Then we dropped to our knees And she sang in my mouth We dropped to our knees And she sang She said, "Here is the temple" She said, "You are the temple" She said, "I AM the temple" She said, "We are the temple" "Mami Wata Will cleanse you of sorrow Cast flowers on the waves Be cleansed of your sorrow The fixer of broken parts Is fixing your broken heart" Then we dropped to our knees And she sang in my mouth We dropped to our knees And she sang ___________________ words and music by Patsy Moore Copyright © 2017 Patchouli Grove (SESAC)

MAGIC "Where there is a woman there is magic. If there is a moon falling from her mouth, she is a woman who *knows* her magic..." ― Ntozake Shange Everyone has magic But not everyone puts it to use Everyone is magic But not everyone as much as you No, baby Made of sparkle You must be made of light Everyone has magic But not everyone will wear the shoes Everyone is magic But not everyone as much as you Oh, baby Made of sparkle You must be made of light A man I know With a baby face and an ancient soul Mentioned you And I promise you My whole body smiled Baby Eyes that sparkle Must be made of light I promise you make my whole body smile ___________________ words and music by Patsy Moore Copyright © 2017 Patchouli Grove (SESAC)

SPEECHLESS "soon / the moon will come from my lips / and / you will not remember your name." — Nayyirah Waheed How do I say any of anything? What do I say tonight, if anything? I don't have a clue When I'm next to you I lose my nerve I lose my words How do I make it make any sense at all? Will it ever really make any sense at all? I don't have a clue When I'm next to you I lose my nerve I lose my words Like the first time I saw you And I could barely breathe ('Left me speechless, 'left me speechless, speechless) And I would tell you all about it But this song is braver than me How do I say any of anything? What do I say tonight, if anything? I don't have a clue When it comes to you I lose my nerve I lose my words I lose my nerve I lose my words Like the last time I saw you And I could barely breathe ('Left me speechless, 'left me speechless, speechless) And I would tell you all about it But we know that I'm not free to say out loud (You leave me speechless, leave me speechless, speechless) Every time I see you I can barely breathe ('Leave me speechless, leave me speechless, speechless) And I would tell you all about it But my songs are braver than me The things, the things, the things I would tell you The things I would tell you The things I would tell you If I could ___________________ words and music by Patsy Moore Copyright © 2017 Patchouli Grove (SESAC)

WHAT SURPRISES US "What shocks us is love." — Alice Walker We gasp and shake our heads and call it crazy 'Cause we don't remember who we were Before the birth of time We gasp and clutch our chests and call it crazy 'Cause we don't remember who we were Before we all went blind We're stunned by every kindness, every evidence of good We left ourselves behind We gasp and shake our heads and call it crazy 'Cause we don't remember And what surprises us is love We gasp and shake our heads and call it crazy 'Cause we don't remember who we are Since before the birth of time We gasp and clutch our chests and call it crazy 'Cause we don't remember who we were Before we lost our minds We're stunned by every kindness, every evidence of good We leave ourselves behind We gasp and shake our heads and call it crazy How strange that what surprises us is love ___________________ words and music by Patsy Moore Copyright © 2018 Patchouli Grove (SESAC)

SISTER MOON "i am dreaming now across the worlds; my medicine is strong." — Lucille Clifton (for gina) Sister Moon has a mouth full of sunlight A mouth full of sunlight A mouth that can tell you your dreams And she moves Yeah, she moves just like sunlight She's moving through sunlight She moves like sunlight through leaves Ooh And she sees And she sees And she sees And she sees And she sees And she sees And she sees Ooh And she sees And she sees And she sees And she sees And she sees And she sees And she sees Sister Moon has a mouth filled with sunlight A mouth full of sunlight A mouth that will sing you to dream And she smiles Yeah, she smiles just like sunlight She smiles like the sunlight That stipples itself on the sea Ooh And she sees And she sees And she sees And she sees And she sees And she sees And she sees Ooh And she sees And she sees And she sees And she sees And she sees And she sees And I see The face of God On a lover of tides And I say: "Bring all of your brilliance Come inside" Sister Moon has a mouth full of sunlight A mouth full of sunlight A mouth you might kiss in your dreams Ooh And she sees And she sees And she sees And she sees And she sees And she sees And she sees Ooh And she sees And she sees And she sees And she sees And she sees And she sees And she sees Ooh And she sees And she sees And she sees And she sees And she sees And she sees And I see The Grace of God In a changer of tides And I say: "Bring all of your yellows" ___________________ words and music by Patsy Moore Copyright © 2017 Patchouli Grove (SESAC)

RIVER SONG "I breathe in. The water will wash my wounds clean. I breathe out." — Veronica Roth Tantie, I watch your lips move But I can't hear what you're saying I watch your lips move I think you might be praying (Pray on, pray on, Mother) And, behind you, trees are swaying (Pray on, pray on, Mother) And the light is so bright Just like my father's people I've come down to the river bed To wash away my fears To shout what must be said To release my tears To raise me from the dead Tantie, there's a woman at my side She echoes what you're saying The woman at my side Sounds like she is praying (Pray on, pray on, Daughter) And she sounds like a flute that the wind is playing (Play on, play on, Daughter) And her light is so bright Just like my father's people I've come down to the water's edge To wash away my fears To shout what must be said 'Release my tears 'Raise me from the dead Tantie, I watch your lips move Tantie, I watch your lips move Tantie, I watch your lips move And the light And the light And the light is so bright Just like my father's people I am my father's people I'm just like my father's people And just like the mother of the mother of my mother ___________________ words and music by Patsy Moore Copyright © 2017 Patchouli Grove (SESAC)

ALL THE THINGS "In a world full of temporary things, you are a perpetual feeling." — Sanober Khan Look at me, look at me, look at me, look at me, look at me Open window Open door Look at me, look at me, look at me, look at me, look at me Opened wider than before Now I feel all the things I feel all the things I feel all the things Oh, I feel all the things Especially you Look at me, look at me, look at me, look at me, look at me Open-hearted after being an Open wound Look at me, look at me, look at me, look at me, look at me Open-throated (and not a minute too soon) I feel all the things Every sound Every taste Every smell Every touch Every far too little Every way too much I feel all the things Every place my eye falls Oh, I — Feel all the things—especially you I feel all the things.. ___________________ words and music by Patsy Moore Copyright © 2017 Patchouli Grove (SESAC)

BROOKLYN "We walk through the park in the sun, and you say, 'There’s a spider of shadow touching the bench, when morning’s begun.' I love you." — Kenneth Koch Brooklyn The skyline up and changed But I love you just the same You favorite song Brooklyn I've been far away from here It's been nearly twenty years It's been too long And maybe when I come back There'll be someone swinging on my arm Maybe Brooklyn The skyline up and changed But the wind carries a name And nothing's wrong Hey, Brooklyn Something's in my eye I'm awful at goodbyes Still, so long And maybe when I come back There'll be someone swinging on my arm Maybe Maybe Maybe when I come back There'll be someone singing in my arms Maybe Maybe Maybe Maybe Maybe Maybe Maybe Maybe Brooklyn ___________________ words and music by Patsy Moore Copyright © 2017 Patchouli Grove (SESAC)