The canyon always called to me The vast open space a rhythm to be set free And I see people fall in the miles of my imagination As they stand on the edge of the station Taking selfies in the light And Marge says they’re just not right Because there is a death toll But somehow I found my soul Overlooking the vast red rock Spelling out all that I am not I couldn’t stop staring And there was all that preparing For what I’m facing into And I just thought of you And how your soul looked the same As the ocean I cannot name That pulses inside of me There was a part of me that was set free The moment you chose to come close And you look as white as a ghost And thin and on edge But I would like to be there instead Of the absence that you know And you have her and you Have me I didn’t mean to set you free I just couldn’t stay by the shore Hoping for something more To be revealed And then it stealed Into what I am You were never part of the plan But you’re a welcome adjunct And I feel like I’ve been on punkd! To think I could find a soul That matches the way that my waves roll I never thought I would discover The arms of such a lover
I read somewhere about the practice of compassion That those in Tibet Have for those who inflict pain And that even grass needs the rain And I don’t mean to make comparison to a bullet But it was as though you held the trigger and pull it As it’s facing me And I’m shot through but it sets me free As I collapse on the green floor in the Convent Of Mercy We can’t wait for things to get worse, we Must take action now And cultivate the mindful way That it’s not in what people say It’s the silence behind the word That the monumental is heard And I took tea with the Lord And He instructs I look at the world and it seems fucked But I rise every day to the light And I’m willing to stand with my brother in the night Til the dawn breaks across the land The earth may be turning to sand But the soul is beginning to wake Out of the bodies that it take To experience the life of the dual And I may be a fool But I gotta get back up Every time that cup Is slapped out of my hand If you understand Follow the path Coz the demon’s wrath Is threatening it all But we can be the architects of the downfall Of the season of hate The time is Now, don’t wait
The spectre of late thirties lies before me with wills The bucket must empty before it fills And all the lockets I keep so safe and warm Are nothing but silence within the storm And the wind it howls, beats against the doorframe Like the terror of time that knows my name Coz it’s aging and fading, then again to bloom And I am the Space within the room I am the Awareness that keeps the body breathing I am the Love in the absence of needing I am the stars and I am the wild Who long ago moved through this life as child And it’s agile and free, beautiful and still It captures each moment on the windowsill To grow like a branch out from the tree I seem to call this incarnation me But it’s more and it’s less than words can contain I try to describe it but I do it in vain As all the rivers join the great sea And realise their Eternity I’m washing the coast with the beat of a wave And there are a million things I try to save But I let them all go as I open my hand Give in to the ocean that turns rock to sand Give into the heat that turns metal molten I am a colt and thinking of bolting But I’m held in this moment by the Decree “All things of creation are expressions of Me And none can move outside my command I lift up the waters when I raise my hand And unusual as it may seem I’m calling you to wake from the dream I’m calling you to stand up strong and true Let my strength move through you” And I’m barely breathing as I suck in the air I’m living this life like an answered prayer And to grow old is but a device To get you to go deeper and maybe think twice And ponder the source of your own Being I’m just translating the light that I’m seeing As it shines on every blade of grass Open your heart and let it ask For all that you’ve been dreaming of The weather calming to a dove And that the source of all is Love Let go and live what is above
Should I be afraid of all the tire tracks torn through the dirt
And should I try to hide all the pain and all the hurt
Cause all the scars make me into something I am not
And though I tried to get away I found that I got caught
In all the brambles and the briars as they entwined my arms
The harder I struggled the more that I got harmed
But the nightmares soon came to a finality close
And I found that peace was the path I chose
As all the beautiful and meek finally came to rest
Into a heart that was tormented, that once was distressed
All the calmness ensued and the softness of a chair
As I sank down deep into what once wasn’t there
So to anyone who worries, to anyone who crowds the deep
There is a homecoming and a stillness that will keep
The light goes out on your stair
And I wonder if you’re still there
Because it has been an eon and a half
Since ere I saw you smile
And I wonder
If you still wonder
About me
In the night
Or calm moments of the day
And think
And sway
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