From the book: Lifting Hearts off the Ground · by Lyla June Jonston

Sweet cedar smoke curls
into the midnight sky.

The songs of the people are entering
our bodies, teaching each cell,
each strand of DNA,
about beauty and wonder.

It is this phosphoric chant,
visible only to closed eyes,
that weaves in between our dreams,
sewing our consciousness to the sky.
Through this beauty we find
a world inside the world.