| Reflections | |
| Song of the Sea | Sweet Harmony |
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Oh, how our life together shall be A complex song, a fluid symphony Touching minds, tasting lips soaring spirits, living ships dropping anchors, passing gales sounding horns, filling sails In the background waves licking sands with crests and troughs holding hands |
A fresh paradigm with parameters undefined Two flutes making music with bounds yet to find Natural tunes playing softly, simple and kind Sounding our courtship in each of our minds. along with the instruments within us does dwell The audience and critics who whistle, clap and yell What a hypnotic harmony from touch, taste and smell arranged to our rhythm while casting a binding spell. |
| Extermination of the Fittest | Being Real |
What is the sound of one species dying? Is it not the scream of each soul crying? Can this be the tune of mankind frying? Or just the sizzle of consumers buying. Should we stop here or accelerate? Can we top it or just sit and wait? Reduced and seduced by T.V. A species struggling to be free. This future shall we see. For this species we be. |
Often it is hard to deal, how raw life can feel. say something true or real; get tossed on your keel. freely speak your truth; be labled uncouth. discern and judge; incur a grudge. mirror a painful fact; you'll wish to take it back. Perhaps the recluse has got it right, it is safer to withdraw from sight. |
| The Risk of Reaching Out | Smiling |
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When one is reaching out through questions, fears and doubt to share an intimate route it is dark and alone without. Risking change and chance while daring to sing and dance with two embraced in trance as both are reaching out. Laugh, cry and shout lessons of pain about when one reaches out famine, feast or drought. If trusting in romance a heart piercing lance can quickly end the dance. It is the risk of reaching out. |
Subtle, simmering sentiments manage to manipulate my mind. Wild, wispering wonder has hold of my heart. Interplay of their essence erupts within the sacred vessel. Creating eternal gratitude expressed as a simple smile. |
| Time as we know it | Source Full |
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Time is the empty slate upon which you may state the life that you create. Here and now there and then time shows how this life we spend. If and when gone and done past is spent presence won. Time, the cost of futures lost the price of moments tossed the record of space you crossed. It will come and go as the ebb and flow of a life you know. |
When I connect with Source Creativity spills I forget my ills I develop skills When I connect with Source Forget the frills Contentment fills No need for thrills When I connect with Source I can face my bills Swallow bitter pills Climb distant hills When I connect with Source I confirm that “I AM” I sense what “I AM” I see who “I AM” When I connect with Source I live this “I AM” I trust that “I AM” I love such “I AM” |