I've been writing Indian music for a while. Indian music is about Mother Earth, and mine is no exception.

I had been interested in Indian music and I actually started studying Tableaus before I met him.

The mother-earth may not like
the way we preserve her...if any.

Then Willie Nelson hits town and comes to see us at a double concert at Mother Earth... he sees all the music, and half the people got long hair and beards and the other half are all rednecks. Then they take him over to the Armadillo and it's the same way... The energy was just... I mean, I wish I wasn't so stoned back then and would have been able to take more advantage of the situation! Because anything could have happened!

The plants whose father was the sky, whose mother the earth, Whose root the (heavenly) ocean--may those divine herbs aid thee in obtaining a son!

Though earth is one, the plants vary depending on the seeds sown. The womb of mother symbolizes mother earth. As is the seed of thought sown in it, so is the fruit it yields.