Become the Wind

she calls the wind to meet her
like it was her familiar
it bends itself to greet her
and finds itself returning to a
long lost love affair

she whispers something tender
the color of surrender
she binds herself to wonder
and finds herself believing in the

most unlikely pair

still the space between is wide
the distance between nothingness and matter

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how will she go from here to there
she must become the wind
wrap herself around the earth
stir the brittle leaves on the eventide

“i am the tree top” she says
up from the earth’s tender skin
it took me centuries to find the sun
and i can feel your feet upon
the ladder to my leaves
come and stir them on the eventide.”

“i’m the mountainside” it says in reply
up from ocean’s bottom
it took me centuries to find the sun
but i can feel your feet upon
my bed of fallen leaves
come and stir them on the eventide”

and she said
show me the way from here to there
must i become the wind?
wrap myself around the earth
stir the brittle leaves on the eventide
sing for the hillside…

i am the moonbeam it says
up from nothingness of matter
it took me centuries to find the sun
yet i can feel your feet upon
the ladder to the leaves
come stir them on the eventide

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there is where there is nowhere but here
and you’re breathing me in
here is where it all begins

so how do we go from here to there
we must become the wind
wrap ourselves around the earth
stir the brittle leaves upon the eventide
make some glory
tell the story of the seas
wrap ourselves around the earth….


Blue Rock

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Blue rock, blue rock twisting
Trying to make trouble, trying to make freedom.
Blue rock, blue rock shifting
Stirring up trouble, stirring up freedom.

We are living in a world today
Where we take our own peace of mind
And give it away.
Take my hand at the highest price,
And with just enough stardust
I’ll paint my own paradise.

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Blue rock, blue rock shaking
Stirring up trouble, stirring up freedom.
Blue rock, blue rock breaking,
Trying to make trouble, trying to shape freedom.

All around me I see soul folk on the floor
Selling flesh and blood til it ain’t no joke no more.
Sweatshop economics in the name of evolution
And green back flavored apathy
Done bought out the revolution.

My Lord what a morning
When the blue rock shakes the mighty to the Earth
My Lord what a morning
When the mountain lays down pleading for rebirth
My Lord what a morning
When the tide crawls back to rest upon the shore
My Lord what a morning
When the martyred sons and daughters cry no more.

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