Spinal Sap

[Verse 1]


Early morning when the world still sleeps,
And silence stretches wide and mercifully deep,
I feel a stirring from my lowest root—
A slow, sweet rising, absolute.
Not a muscle moves, not a bone does shake,
But a river waking from its frozen lake.
It climbs with patience, ancient and kind,
A liquid light ascending my spine.


[Verse 2]


It tastes of sunrise on a winter branch,
Of slow forgiveness, a second chance.
It feels like memory of a warmth forgot,
Healing the places pain has tightly knotted.
It flows from where my sorrows anchor down,
Through the quiet marrow, without a sound,
Up to the palace where my visions dwell—
A private story only I can tell.


[Chorus]


Oh, spinal sap—the inner tide,
Where all my hidden truths reside.
It mends the split between earth and sky,
Teaches me how to live, and how to die.
It’s a humble rhythm, slow and true,
The oldest song my body ever knew.
When worldly logic comes undone,
I trust the rising of the sun within.


[Verse 3]


Some call it spirit, some call it breath,
Some gently fight it ‘til the hour of death.
But in my flesh, beneath my skin,
I know this sweetness dwells within.
It doesn’t ask for worship, prayer, or plea,
It’s just the quiet proof of life in me.
The same that greened the eldest tree,
The same that flows so secretly.


[Bridge]


And when I’m lost in noise and haste,
And bitterness comes to lick my taste,
I still my feet on solid ground,
And listen for that inner sound.
The quiet pulse, the golden thread,
That from the darkest soil is fed.
And as I listen, it grows strong—
A healing hymn, a lifelong song.


[Verse 4]


So let them seek their distant throne,
I have a kingdom in my bone.
A sacred grove where no one else has trod,
Just me and me and me and God.
The sap it rises, never still,
Against the pull of mortal will.
It whispers of a unity,
From root to branch, from you to me.


[Outro]


Let it rise… let it bind…
The cure for the distracted mind.
Spinal sap, so slow and deep,
A promise that my soul will keep.
Through every season, every pain,
The inner sun will rise again.
I touch my chest and feel it there—
The endless spring, the tender care.