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Musings of a tightrope walker...
Mostly Mostly I don’t like to go to bed ‘till lateÉ Mostly I don’t like to let go of my dreamsÉ Mostly I don’t like to stop what I’m doing right then and nowÉ Mostly I feel light and happy and there’s a song in my middleÉ Mostly I don’t see the clouds but the sky in betweenÉ Mostly, while listening to water flowing or wind blowing I hear voicesÉ Mostly while staring at an empty canvas I see formsÉ Mostly when I close my eyes I see colors dancing or patterns in black ‘n whiteÉ Mostly my paintings done in dusk get the bestÉ I didn’t say that mostly is all the time!
Spirit I haven’t seen you But I feel you are hiding Where the wind is kissing the mountains And the dreams of tomorrow arise I haven’t touched you But I feel you are so close To where I’m loosing my breath With the dying of yesterday's dreams I haven’t talked to you But I feel you know all my thoughts Even before I hesitantly cast them into the mold Of language to give form to my dreams of today I haven’t heard you But I feel you are whispering all around me And the songs coming up in my heart Are just echoes of your universal dream
This night This wet and windy night A tree crashed down. Black waters of rain Were washing their tears Over branches, That had given up On reaching any higher Up to the stars with their prayersÉ I am the wet and windy night I am the rain cloud filled with cold tears I am the tree crashing down I am the broken trunk fallen onto the earth I am the prayer on its way to the starsÉ I am the wind that shook the tree I am the seed that grew and grew I am the earth that held the seed I am the prayer on its way to the starsÉ
A dance Above all it’s a dance! Don’t forgetÉ It’s a dance Of black and white Of no and yes Of shadow and light Of hatred and love Of death and birth Of the low and the high Of stillness and noise Of sleep and wake Of loss and gain Of forgetting and remembering Of sorrow and joy Of creation and destruction Of truth and lie Of coming and going Of despair and of hope It’s a dance above all it’s a dance!
I sense At times I senseÉ The breath of hope and disappointment
I am and IÕm not - just a happy sigh - just a sigh |