Friday, June 7, 2013

Nothing arrived



Villagers - "Nothing Arrived"


Savannah scatters and the seabird sings
So why should we fear what travel brings?
What were we hoping to get out of this
Some kind of momentary bliss

I waited for something, and something died
So I waited for nothing, and nothing arrived

It's our dearest ally, it's our closest friend
It's our darkest blackout, it's our final end
My dear sweet nothing, let's start anew
From here on in it's just me and you

I waited for something, and something died
So I waited for nothing, and nothing arrived

Well, I guess it's over
I guess it's begun
It's a loser's table, but we've already won
It's a funny battle, it's a constant game
I guess I was busy when nothing came
I guess I was busy...
(When nothing arrived)
I guess I was busy...
(When nothing arrived)
I guess I was busy...
(And nothing arrived)
I guess I was busy...





Sunday, June 2, 2013

So much love

The earth turned to bring us closer,
it spun on itself and within us,
and finally joined us together in this dream
as written in the Symposium.
 
Nights passed by, snowfalls and solstices;
time passed in minutes and millennia.
An ox cart that was on its way to Nineveh
arrived in Nebraska.

A rooster was singing some distance from the world,
in one of the thousand pre-lives of our fathers.
The earth was spinning with its music
carrying us on board;

it didn't stop turning a single moment
as if so much love, so much that's miraculous
was only an adagio written long ago
in the Symposium's score.


–Eugenio Montejo
translated by Peter Boyle



Friday, May 31, 2013

"Holy Ghost"

some holy ghost 
keeps me hanging on
hanging on
some holy ghost
keeps me hanging on
hanging on

I feel the hands 
but I don't see anyone
anyone
I feel the hands
but I don't see anyone
it's there and gone

feeds my passion for transcendence
turns my water into wine
makes me wish I was empty

now I don't know much 
but I can tell when something's wrong
and something's wrong
but some holy ghost
keeps me ...


Low: "Holy Ghost"


















Thursday, May 23, 2013

In my garden

"I sit in my garden, 
gazing upon a beauty that cannot gaze upon itself. 
And I find sufficient purpose for my day." 
~Robert Brault


Monday, May 13, 2013

Change

"Yesterday, I was clever,
so I wanted to change the world.
Today I am wise,
so I am changing myself."

-Rumi