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Beneath you can find a few songtexts and poems, which i think can be interesting and useful on your road of today or tomorrow.

 

 
Earth Prayer
 Grandfather, Great Spirit, once more behold me on earth and lean to hear my feeble voice
You lived first, and you are older than all need, older than all prayer All things belong to you -- the two-legged, the four-legged, the wings of the air,
and all green things that live
You have set the powers of the four quarters of the earth to cross each other You have made me cross the good road and road of difficulties, and where they cross, the place is holy Day in, day out, forevermore, you are the life of things
Hey ! Lean to hear my feeble voice
At the center of the sacred hoop

You have said that I should make the tree to bloom
With tears running, O Great Spirit, my Grandfather,
With running eyes I must say
The tree has never bloomed
Here I stand, and the tree is withered
Again, I recall the great vision you gave me
It may be that some little root of the sacred tree still lives
Nourish it then
That it may leaf
And bloom And fill with singing birds !
Hear me, that the people may once again
Find the good road
And the shielding tree

  by Black Elk: Holy Man of the Oglala Sioux, 1863-1950
 
 
Heavenly Grass
My feet took a walk in heavenly grass.
All day while the sky shone clear as glass.
My feet took a walk in heavenly grass,
All night while the lonesome stars rolled past.
Then my feet come down to walk on earth,
And my mother cried when she give me birth.
Now my feet walk far and my feet walk fast,
But they still got an itch for heavenly grass.
But they still got an itch for heavenly grass.

by Tennessee Williams
 
 

In the land of the blind, the one eyed are kings
 
If it were within,
within our power
beyond the reach
of slavish pride,
to no-longer
harbour grievances
behind the mask's
opportunists facade,
we could welcome responsibility
like a long lost friend
and re-establish laughter
in the doll's house once again.
For time has imprisoned us
in the order of our years
in the discipline of our ways
and in the passing of momentary stillness
You can see our chaos in motion
our chaos in motion
We can view our chaos in motion
view our chaos in motion...
...and the subsequent collisions of fools
well-versed in the subtle art of slavery
 
source : album The Serpent's Egg by Dead Can Dance

 
SILENCE ll
Silence is not a lack of words.
Silence is not a lack of music.
Silence is not a lack of curses.
Silence is not a lack of screams.
Silence is not a lack of colors
or voices or bodies or whistling wind.
Silence is not a lack of anything.
Silence is resting, nestling
in every leaf of every tree,
in every root and branch.
Silence is the flower sprouting
upon the branch.
Silence is the mother singing
to her newborn babe.
Silence is the mother crying
for her stillborn babe.
Silence is the life of all
these babes, whose breath
is a breath of God.
Silence is seeing and singing praises.
Silence is the roar of ocean waves.
Silence is the sandpiper dancing
on the shore.
Silence is the vastness of a whale.
Silence is a blade of grass.
Silence is sound
And silence is silence.
Silence is love, even
the love that hides in hate.
Silence is the pompous queen
and the harlot and the pimp
hugging his purse on a crowded street.
Silence is the healer dreaming
the plant, the drummer drumming
the dream. It is the lover's
exhausted fall into sleep.
It is the call of morning birds.
Silence is God's beat tapping all hearts.
Silence is the star kissing a flower.
Silence is a word, a hope, a candle
lighting the window of home.
Silence is everything --the renewing sleep
of Earth, the purifying dream of Water,
the purifying rage of Fire, the soaring
and spiraling flight of Air. It is all
things dissolved into no-thing--Silence
is with you always.....the Presence
of I AM
by Elaine Maria Upton
 
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Submitted by Peanut on Tue, 04/15/2008 - 11:17