THOREAU
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You sat on the lake, you sat on the lake
You sat on the lake, how long did it take
You lived off the pond, you lived off the pond
You lived off the pond, for how long
You built your home outta stick and stone
You built it with your hands from the land
You plowed the fields, planted the seeds
Reaped what you sowed, sold the beans
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You heard the train’s long refrain
You saw the men slice the ice
You watched the geese sail on the breeze
You watched in relief the coming of Spring
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You relished in the silent simplicity
You welcomed every visitor merrily
You learned the value of a silent night
You sailed the zephyr by moonlight
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You built your home outta stick and stone
You built it with your hands off the land
CERTAINTY OF UNCERTAINTY
The fragile, dormant seed
In the womb of the earth
Waits for the warm warm spring
Before it comes forth
I watch it all unfold
Technicolor life
A perennial kaleidoscope
Despite the winter, it survives
How can I see anything but mystery?
I just breathe the certainty of uncertainty
The universe expands
It feels like its getting smaller
But the truth demands
I stand a little taller
Fire catches from a spark
Tick of the clock sounds like
A simple question mark
How long is well-lived life?
How can I see anything but mystery?
I just breathe the immediacy of infinity
I let it be, whatever it might be
I believe the certainty of uncertainty
THE OTHER SIDE OF THE SKY
We are at the mercy of the waves
Of a koan sea, a mystery
It’s a paradox
A Mobius dream
We sail on the ship of Theseus
We will make repairs here and there
But who are we
Lost on the koan sea
I will see you there, I will meet you there
We will fly on the other side of the sky
Don’t let anything tie you down
It’s a Gordian knot, all jumbled up
Just cut it loose
You can choose
Which way is up and which way’s down
The rules are changed when there is no ground
You don’t need wings
To fly to better things
I will see you there, I will meet you there
We will fly on the other side of the sky
The best way from point A to point B
Is to realize all the lies
Your ABCs
Are not what they seem
Where can one go to when unencumbered?
All places and names, letters and numbers
Lose their place
Get rearranged
I can see you there, you are already there
We can fly, we’re on the other side of the sky
We can fly, this is the other side of the sky
TO THE ONES WHO MAKE THE LIGHT
There’s a map of broken figures etched in the nighttime sky
We trace them with our fingers but we don’t quite know why
We dream and ponder, watch in wonder
As the night passes by
This is for the dreamers for whom reality unfolds
Who scries into their canvas as their dinner becomes cold
They laugh and cry, see with their eyes
Let their visions take control
Let not the ones who coast along in this great big life
Tell you what you cannot do, just because they never tried
We’re shaped by lovers, storytellers
The one’s who make the light
It takes a twisted mind to make a special key
That fits the lock inside the box to a new reality
Kick down the door, tear out the floor
Love is all we need
Pick up your brush and feathers and let the colors fly
The reverberation of a string will be your truest guide
Find the words and strike the chords
Let it go to the night
There’s a map of broken figures etched in the nighttime sky
We trace them with our fingers but we don’t quite know why
We dream and ponder, watch in wonder
As the night passes by
SILENCE
Silence is a song
You can listen
With your heart
You can sing along
If you remember
To play your part
Sometimes we have to sit in silence
Rather than dance in song
Sometimes the most sacred moments
Are with the dust motes in the light of the sun
Silence is a song
A love letter
Sent by the moon
Sun and rain and snow
They all sing it
You can sing it too
Sometimes we have to sit in silence
Rather than dance in song
Sometimes the most sacred moments
Are with the dust motes in the light of the sun
WORN OUT SHOES
Soles wear down just the same
No matter what road we take
Every journey takes a different route
But every path is made of the same ground
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How can I be angry with you
When you set down your worn out shoes
Next to mine?
We all bow down to a knee
Every now and then to tie a lace
Each shoe hides worn out feet
Yearning for some rest or a slower pace
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We can’t always help from stumbling
When we walk on the rugged dirt
But I’ll lend a hand if you start to fall
Together our feet will kiss the earth
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MEETING THE SKY
Each morning brings with it
a beautiful palette
A strange sort of gray
Gives way
To a gentle yellow orange
Sleepy, faded hues
Slowly gives way
To an early morning blue
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So expansive, never ending
You seem so far
But somehow I know
Right here is where you are
No matter rain, storm, or snow
You love each cloud, then you let them go
So wise, the skies
Your very presence
So open and accepting
Equanimous heaven
Things change, it rains
Can those be tears?
As you love so many
And watch them disappear
Can the rain fall
Without falling apart?
You are so open
Nothing can break your heart
No matter rain, storm, or snow
You love each cloud, then you let them go
I stand here ready
And my heart expands
I meet the sky
Hand in hand
No matter the pain, form or flow
I love each moment, then I let them go
NOTHING CAN STOP THE RAIN
Sometimes I watch the rain
There’s something about it I can’t explain
I can’t describe the way I feel
It makes the world seem not so real
I just drink it in
Knowing the rain
Will wash away
I just run with it
Knowing that nothing
Can stop the rain
The time slows down
And I float on with the clouds
The air tastes so much cleaner
The green will grow much greener
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Rain will fall
Lightning will strike
Thunder will roll
Clouds they will build
I’ll answer the call
WHAT SAITH THE MOON?
What saith the moon
What saith the moon
What saith the moon
What saith the moon
What saith the moon
When the day takes hold
Breaks through the ranks
Of dark and of cold
What saith the stars
When the storm of clouds
Lay their claim
On the sky so proud
The birds that sing
Be the king
Of branch and of wind
And of wing
The music of life
On the air
flows swiftly and sweetly
everywhere
What saith the sun
What saith the sun
What saith the sun
When the night comes in
The crickets are ticking
Their relentless din
What saith the bees
When the cold it stings
The sleep and the deep
The nighttime brings
The owls that sing
Be the queen
Of branch and of wind
And of wing
The silence of dark
Thick as ice
Humble the slumber
In the night
What saith the earth
What saith the earth
What saith the earth
When Her kin comes round
Spoils the soils
Poisons the ground
What saith the trees
When the axe it swings
Bites and it fights
And their lives cease
The vibrant green
Bright as the sun
Fades with the day
Like blood it runs
FIres blaze
And the air it dies
Earth’s last breath
She gasps good bye
What saith human
What saith human
What saith human
With their outstretched arms
Deaf to the begs
Won by the charms
What saith human
When their gold runs out
A call to arms
What comes about
Most sought out green
Illusions at best
Forever toiling
Never at rest
Lies from the mouth
Tears them apart
But what they need
Lies in their hearts
THE MAN WHO LIVED ON THE EDGE OF THE WORLD
I met a man who lived on the edge of the world
He sat on the edge, with dangling feet
His eyes were blind to the world behind him
And he smiled as I took a seat
He smiled as I took a seat
The wisdom of ages lay plain on his face
And so I asked the man who lived on the edge of the world
Where is your fear? Aren’t you afraid?
Of falling off the edge
Of falling off the edge
Then said the man who lived on the edge of the world
Oh, there is fear. Sometimes I am afraid.
But there is thirst, so much thirst.
A hunger to learn to fly.
A wonder for the sky
Then I asked the man on the edge of the world
How can I find the wonder of the sky?
He told me you will never find it
If you don’t learn to fly
If you don’t jump and try
Then the man, he spread his arms wide
He leaned forward, began to fall
Lights of rainbow, lights so bright
His wings appeared and he took flight
Barefoot Bran 