A Poem for Tenors

Out of the blackness
comes the light
the sax man
blowing from the inside out
a whirling of ancient emotion
casted up in the winds of times
travelling over centuries of distance
spiraling like the emergence of the universe
that came from the thought-voice of GOD
…oh yesssss….
now is the time to put down whatever you are doing…and…really listen to the drumbeat of your heart…that AFRICAN drumbeat
that lay at the center of all humans
and then the thunderous rise of the tides crash
against mental formations of preconceived ideas
opening up new horizons where two suns are in the sky
mystical visions of a new
…I say.. a new and BRIGHTER day
come with me and the TENOR SAX MAN
on a journey
into the inner reaches of our minds
where angels converse while sitting comfortably
around cocktail tables with no shoes on
relaxing on the grooves of
AFRICAN CLASSICAL ART MUSIC
and still the TIMELESS
Sun and Moon rises
as each note is born in the womb of FREE.. EXPRESSION…DOM
is delievred by
the arms of circular breathing