6. Tree is in the Crow — Lyrics

Inspired by Liber AL vel Legis: “The Khabs is in the Khu…”

Scroll past the lyrics to read more about this song.

[INTRO — slow spoken word like a eulogy]
Air opens…
Feather listens…
The moment makes space.
I enter it…
branch learns strength through my weight.
Support forms as I remain.
question ends when I land.
Tree is in the crow. not crow in the tree.

[VERSE]
Sap moves slow and sure.
Belief loosens. it drips.
What holds me is real.
What breaks teaches once.
I do not imagine support.
I feel it under heart and talon.
Trust grows through staying close.
Learning starts in living on.
Joy moves naturally.
Safety feels familiar.
Choices sharpen. settle clear.
Steps arrange themselves from here.
Order grows from focused will.

[PRE-CHORUS]
Within reflects within.
State shapes result.
Kingdom is within.

[CHORUS]
Tree is in the crow. not crow in the tree.
Tree is in the crow.
Crow carries the tree.
crow knows where to be.
tree is in the crow.
branch exists because I land.
tree stays in me.
wind under wing.
Tree is in the crow. not crow in the tree.

[BRIDGE]
Gravity recognizes me.
world starts collaborating.
Arrival teaches structure.
Action feels obvious.
Desire moves without friction.

[PRE-CHORUS]
Within reflects within.
State shapes result.
Kingdom is within.

[CHORUS]
Tree is in the crow. not crow in the tree.
Tree is in the crow.
Crow carries the tree.
crow knows where to be.
tree is in the crow.
branch exists because I land.
tree stays in me.
wind under wing.
Tree is in the crow. not crow in the tree.

[OUTRO — slow spoken word like a eulogy]
Movement reveals what’s real.
Support comes after commitment.
Tree is in the crow. not crow in the tree.
We go together.
All is well.

About This Song

This song is about reversing where authority lives.

I wrote Tree Is in the Crow while sitting with a single line from ceremonial magick that I couldn’t get out of my body:

“The Khabs is in the Khu, not the Khu in the Khabs.”
— The Book of the Law, Chapter I

I respect Aleister Crowley’s work deeply. I respect the risk he took, the language he cracked open, and the permission he gave for magick to be lived rather than inherited. My husband and I have studied some of his work together, slowly, carefully. I practice what I can actually hold.

And still — much of the original language remains difficult for me. It’s dense. It moves fast. It lives far above the body at times.

So I stayed with that one line.

The Khabs.
The Khu.

The spark.
The field.

The star.
The body.

Instead of trying to solve it, I tried to feel it.

Translating the line into sensation

What kept returning was a simple inversion:

Consciousness lives inside awareness — not as something contained by it, but as something that organizes it from within.

Not: I need the structure to hold me.
But: Structure forms because I am here.

That’s where the image arrived.

Tree is in the crow.
Not crow in the tree.

When a crow lands, the branch doesn’t decide whether it will hold. It responds. Support forms through contact. Authority moves inward — into the living thing that arrives.

The branch exists because I land.
Support forms because I stay.

This wasn’t an idea.
It was a sensation.

Embodiment over abstraction

This song grew out of my own chaos-magick practice: take what works, translate it into lived language, let the body confirm the truth.

No hierarchy.
No waiting for permission.
No abstraction without grounding.

I rewrote The Book of the Law, Chapter I, in my own words while working on this album — not to replace it, but to walk it through my nervous system. Tree Is in the Crow is part of that attempt. This is me trying to unravel one line slowly enough to live inside it.

Why it sits where it does in the album

After grief slows the body,
after language steadies the breath,
this song restores agency.

It marks the shift from witnessing into embodiment — from what is happening to me into what I am already carrying.

It’s the moment where I stop looking for the branch
and realize it has been responding to me all along.

What I am learning

Support doesn’t arrive first. Commitment does.

When I land fully where I am, the rest organizes itself.

This song taught me that.

The original source text I mentioned that sparked this song is Liber AL vel Legis (The Book of the Law) by Aleister Crowley. I return to it occasionally, knowing different words meet me at different times.

Last year, before working on this album, I rewrote Chapter I in my own language — not as commentary or correction, but as a way to feel the text in my body. That version lives here.

I’ve thought about rewriting my chapter again. My understanding has changed a lot since I wrote it. For now, it remains as it is — a record of where I was when I landed there.

Thank you for being here 🤲🏻

May commitment arrive before certainty.
May your weight teach the branch what it can hold.
May you remember you carried it there.

A little crow’s on the wire, keeping watch over you. 🐦‍⬛