"Do you have trouble getting to sleep?" "No," I said, "I want to sleep all the time." "Well, you don't have the clinical signs of depression," he said, clicking his pen.
I left then, for good, and as I walked the song broke through, the loud green sound of this garden called the earth, the garden between my thighs. The sky's spinning song of light and dark: a rocking in my blood, the ocean's lowing like a cow looking for her calf.
I sat and sang by the water's edge where I knew he would not go.
Source: Cries of The Spirit, Pages: 31 (from Lilith and the Doctor