#poetry #lyrics - Rock Christ

wreck the light house shipman calling
over memory of my bird man flight
i'm still a moment before realizing that
all my situations have come done

the moment doesn't seem too fine or blurry
i'm just sitting well i'm feeling right
that's what i figure it to be and so
nobody chasing thought to mock it up to knock it down

yeah i'm a round
yeah i'm a round

yeah i'm a white knight throw back with some
mana flowing like zoraster magi from the east
and west it figures you won't recognize me
though you are so blessed to be here in this time

the roses and oh
the sunshine
the holy rain that's coming down

yeah i'm a round
yeah i'm a round, yeah i'm a round

yeah i'm a round
yeah i'm a round, yeah i'm a round

you wouldn't see me around town
unless you were sensei
the biggest papa of the day

and then he'd probably say
in case you wonder to your self
believe in god and in one self

yeah i'm a round
yeah i'm a round, yeah i'm a round

yeah i'm a round
yeah i'm a round, yeah i'm a round

for the sometimes that you let it be becoming
and the sometimes that you simply be
the harp is strumming beats are drumming
while you sing it loud and to yourself

yeah i'm a round
yeah i'm a round, yeah i'm a round

yeah i'm a round
yeah i'm a round, yeah i'm a round

yeah i'm a round
yeah i'm a round, yeah i'm a round

yeah i'm a round
yeah i'm a round, yeah i'm a round

#Art - The Tunnels of Light

Ink on Paper

Ink on Paper

#poetry - mind of fire on fire

"mind of fire on fire"

i was wondering you
while you were wondering me
when we started to talk
about everything

and i heard what you said
and you heard me too
and it sounded good then
but now i don't hear you

cause my mind is of fire
and my mind is on fire
   cause my mind is of fire
   and my mind is on fire

i was good-treating you
while you were good-treating me
when we realized we had
almost everything

then i heard it again
my lips an echo
i was holding you close
but then had to let go

cause my mind is of fire
and my mind is on fire
   cause my mind is of fire
   and my mind is on fire

there's a calling from
the wilderness
that takes me from the path

   but not to stray
   do i leave your side
   i go where i am needed

where the fallen tread
in darkness
and fear is all they have

   it's the right way
   they call and i ride
   for the path i am deeded

walk by the star and
be fearless
as the first and the last

   this is your day
   and i am your guide
   on truth i am seated  

and my mind is on fire
cause my mind is of fire
    and my mind is on fire
    cause my mind is of fire

air and dust

"air and dust"


sometimes we can only ever
know the question at hand
like we know air, for granted
the known answer is forgotten.

we mourn this aloud and fight it,
the fighting itself is clever,
and cleverness may be what we want---
a truth of sort but not an answer,
though sometimes we remember one.

now what resounds in my voice
when i sing out for clever memory?
the first words i hear are
          i am achilles!
          i must fight!
what are the questions at hand then---

is the i of that song really me?
did achilles know like men know
he should fight?
or was he drawn like an animal,
to obey a wave of his mind
and not think back for its origin?

and what does that mean for me
that my memory recalls him so?
why not odysseus first?
where's my vasubandhu and socrates,
why are they late to the gathering?

perhaps i need to separate
the animal from humanity?
divinity is the great divider for that,
whether i am animal or human first.

here must be then a call upon greatness,
          for it may be true
the animal created the divine,
before the divine created a human.

it may be true we all must realize
the box we are in before
we can imagine what is beyond the box
and how the beyond holds the box.

the question now turns on its side.
is the mind a great accident of the body,
or does the mind precede the body
as light does precede its source?

even at that question i wince,
the light bulb creates light
because it  was created to do so, light then precedes.
the sun on the other hand, for all we know,
may be accidentally creating light,
who knows what precedes there, who knows?

the answer may not be clever enough
while truth by itself is a question mark.
yet to erect the great divider
is to separate known from may be known.

i know i am achilles, i know i must fight
and it may be true otherwise as well.
these are my givens and supposition.
and this is a moment for cleverness.

but now this also is the time when even
the question at hand is air
and so the answer of hand is dust.
to hold what can be held
          and to imagine what cannot---

for in the meanwhile the answer comes,
whether by fighting or questing,
whether in animal, human or divine form,
i am certain this hand shall bear only ever
         air and dust.