A Sensualist Speaks On Faith Video (MV)

The path
The stream scribbles
Is perfect
In summer
When crows
Lower themselves
On the branches
Italian plums rain
Inhale deeply again
And again
And in that breathing
Hear the wordless faith
Of our fist ancestors
The ones who forgave
Their fins and swam to shore
The ones who didn't question
A beginning
Made on sand
They began on sand
This is what I call
Luck
Don't refrain from falling
In love
With the Tunisian woman's black hair
In the window
Her careful displays
Of coconut loaves pistachio crowns
Smile at the way fingers anticipate
The shining cold curves of doorknobs
Inhale deeply again
And again
And in that breathing
Hear the wordless faith
Of our fist ancestors
The ones who forgave
Their fins and swam to shore
The ones who didn't question
A beginning
Made on sand
They began on sand
If you should walk through a spiderweb
Pity how it will miss
The saffron perfume of a butterfly
If you lie down with words that are ugly
Close your eyes
Imagine a time when no one was
Guilty or clever
Inhale deeply again
And again
And in that breathing
Hear the wordless faith
Of our fist ancestors
The ones who forgave
Their fins and swam to shore
The ones who didn't question
A beginning
Made on sand
They began on sand
Nothing but sand