I Heard the word
Wonderful Thing!
A children's song
A children's song, have you listened as they play?
Their song is love and the children know the way.
- Surfs Up , Brian Wilson & Van Dyke Parks
No Hard Feelings – The Avett Brothers
Where
Many Rivers Meet
All
the water below me came from above
All the clouds living in the mountains
gave it to the rivers
who gave it to the sea, which was their dying.
And so I float on cloud become water,
central sea surrounded by white mountains,
the water salt, once fresh,
cloud fall and stream rush, tree root and tide bank
leading to the rivers' mouths
and the mouths of the rivers sing into the sea,
the stories buried in the mountains
give out into the sea
and the sea remembers
and sings back
from the depths
where nothing is forgotten.
All the clouds living in the mountains
gave it to the rivers
who gave it to the sea, which was their dying.
And so I float on cloud become water,
central sea surrounded by white mountains,
the water salt, once fresh,
cloud fall and stream rush, tree root and tide bank
leading to the rivers' mouths
and the mouths of the rivers sing into the sea,
the stories buried in the mountains
give out into the sea
and the sea remembers
and sings back
from the depths
where nothing is forgotten.
-
David Whyte
Chesapeake
Prayer - 70
Where
did that first drop of rain come from?
What
was the source of that wind-
That
moved the clouds onward?
Kerouac’s
rivers filled rush pointing the way
To
that promised ocean of mercy.
Am
I Goethe’s butterfly insane for the light?
Wisdom
says this light at the end of the tunnel
Grows
with each step and passing breath.
It’s
glow and warmth has been ever-present.
She
also says silence is the mystery that miraculously transforms the composer’s
notes into music,
Consoling
pilgrims seeking the love and laughter
Recalled
in the play of the innocence of children.
Song
lyrics and poems shine that same light back
On
the great mysteries of the universe,
They
are the truthful sanctified gifts of all that is divine.
Calendar
days are crossed off as if to indicate
Something
purposeful has been completed.
Pure beauty and the peace that
encompasses and fills
Every
living thing speaks with authority and without words
Of
the proper purpose and intention.
No
beginning and no end for the forever spark of love
As she continues to illuminate
And
we are reminded of where the true treasure resides
And
the teacher’s last instruction to
“Make
yourself a light.”
- JF Sobecki
Faith
– David Whyte
Faith
I want to write
about faith,
about the way the moon rises
over cold snow, night after night,
about the way the moon rises
over cold snow, night after night,
faithful even as
it fades from fullness,
slowly becoming that last curving and impossible
sliver of light before the final darkness.
slowly becoming that last curving and impossible
sliver of light before the final darkness.
But I have no
faith myself
I refuse it even the smallest entry.
I refuse it even the smallest entry.
Let this then,
my small poem,
like a new moon, slender and barely open,
be the first prayer that opens me to faith.
like a new moon, slender and barely open,
be the first prayer that opens me to faith.
- David Whyte
The Holy Longing
Tell a wise person, or else keep silent,
because the mass man will mock it
right away.
I praise what is truly alive,
what longs to be burned to death.
In the calm water of the love-nights,
where you were begotten, where you
have begotten,
a strange feeling comes over
you,
when you see the silent candle
burning.
Now you are no longer caught in the obsession with darkness,
and a desire for higher love-making
sweeps you upward.
Distance does not make you falter.
Now, arriving in magic, flying,
and finally, insane for the
light,
you are the butterfly and you are
gone.
And so long as you haven't experienced this: to die and so to
grow,
you are only a troubled guest on
the dark earth.
by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
Translated from the German by Robert Bly
Surfs
Up – B. Wilson, Van Dyke Parks
Love
is The Answer – T. Rundgren
Hymns
to The Silence – Van Morrison
“One day I will find the right words and they will be simple”
- Jack Kerouac
“The only truth is music”
- Jack Kerouac
For our children
and our grandchildren
"you got the music in you!"
"you got the music in you!"
You
Get What you Give – New Radicals
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