work with the energy, let it fully come in and expand, let it sing and whisper,
it will not be grasped, or rushed, or pushed, or stirred
as a shaman, I manipulate, I coax, but never strangle or tighten the lovely twangs of psychic elastic
they will break,
leaving you, with you knickers round your ankles, and looking a fool
have a little patience, —– what a great song that is!
all good things to thee