It was burningman 2010
An event transpired from the magical sands
I was walking down the road head full of mushrooms
Monster bikes rolling by and endless bass booms

Thinking back two nights when in a sacred Teepee
Talking aliens and things equality trippy
Burningman's a what you make of it festival
So I thought go into space Dali, yeah, what the hell

Three women down the road in dresses immediately caught my attention
Said hello to the three and asked with glee if they would please bless my intention
They said what's your intention, I said to go into space,
you know sooner, rather then later
They said let it be safe and let it be now
I knew there would be no debate here

Maiden, Mother and Crone's what I saw

She was of African decent with small features and strong jaw
With a middle eastern princess and a woman with a veil
Mother Maiden and Crone is what I saw

Maiden Mother and Crone

To the side of the road they took me
Said let it be safe let it be now
Put a magical holla hoop around me
All I could say was wow

There was a blast of colours, smells textures and tones
Blasting in front of my eyes
Every smell had a taste, colour and tone
I started to shake and to rize

Then the wind picked up and it threw me out
Ran forty feet before slowing down
When I got back the Mother Held out her hand
To show me a chrystal she'd found

She passed me quarts and said “look what you birthed”
I asked her what she ment
It had been lying in ground where I was sitting
Shiny spires, with no scratch or dent

We sat in a circle, the mother looked at me
She said, why do you exist?
The answer I read in the witches bible,
A refereance for the magical realist
It said that men exist to polarize women
So I said, “ To polarize you”
With a great big smile, and calm in her demeaned
I knew the answer was true

Maidern Mother and Crone's what I saw

She said, “say it again”
I said “Polarize you, and create everything in this world”
She drew a figure eight, an infinity in the ground
The magic continued to unfurl

Well that sign in the dirt made me think of a snake
I'd found on the highway going to Shambala
It was dried in a circle with three circles inside
Put many festival goers in awe

I drew one small circle in the middle of the eight
and a big one around all three
put the crystal in the middle
went into meditation and a blue ring of light I did see

There was a herd of golden elephants
A see of blue whales
Rushing up through that ring
It was the most intense thing I'd ever experienced
I could hear the angles sing

Then the maiden said something about meeting a friend
So we all opened our eyes
I said said “I think we just made a vortex”
“Say it again” where the mother's cries

I said “ We just made a vortex and are birthing the new world”
We closed our eyes, went back into meditation and magic continued to twirl and twirl

We opened our eyes and sat in silence for a while
The women dusted dirt of their dresses
I said “I'll always be your fool, magician and hierophant
We exchanged names and caresses

Then the three walked down the road
Three abreast, wind storm picking up sand
It washed away the vision, into the magic,
Of burning man.