Saturday, March 5, 2016
my window to the world
i see two of us, always feeling misunderstood,
again and again feeling it is not enough what i do
or who i am and that i am present as "me".
both. truly both.
let us take a walk~
again and again feeling it is not enough what i do
or who i am and that i am present as "me".
both. truly both.
let us take a walk~
Joan Baez - let it be (live in France, 1973)
When I find myself in times of trouble
Mother Mary comes to me
Speaking words of wisdom, let it be
Mother Mary comes to me
Speaking words of wisdom, let it be
And in my hour of darkness
She is standing right in front of me
Speaking words of wisdom, let it be
She is standing right in front of me
Speaking words of wisdom, let it be
Let it be, let it be
Let it be, let it be
Let it be, let it be
Whisper words of wisdom, let it be
And all the broken hearted people
Living in the world agree
There will be an answer, let it be
Living in the world agree
There will be an answer, let it be
For though they may be parted
There is still a chance that we may see
There will be an answer, let it be
There is still a chance that we may see
There will be an answer, let it be
Let it be, let it be
Let it be, let it be
Let it be, let it be
There will be an answer, let it be
And when the night is cloudy
There is still a light that shines on me
Shines until tomorrow, let it be
There is still a light that shines on me
Shines until tomorrow, let it be
I wake up to the sound of music
Mother Mary sings to me
There will be no sorrow, let it be
Mother Mary sings to me
There will be no sorrow, let it be
Let it be, let it be
Let it be, let it be
Let it be, let it be
There will be no sorrow, let it be
Let it be, let it be
Let it be, let it be
There will be no sorrow, let it be
Let it be, let it be
There will be no sorrow, let it be
Let it be, let it be
Let it be, let it be
Let it be, let it be
There will be no sorrow, let it be
Let it be, let it be
Let it be, let it be
There will be no sorrow
Let it be, let it be
There will be no sorrow
Joan Baez - The Rose (Viareggio, Italy, 1984)
Some say love, it is a river
that drowns the tender reed
Some say love, it is a razor
that leaves your soul to bleed
Some say love, it is a hunger an endless aching need
I say love is a flower
And you, it's only seed
It's the heart afraid of breaking
that never learns to dance
It's the dream afraid of waking
that never takes the chance
It's the one who won't be taken who can not seem to give
And the soul afraid of dying that never learns to live
When the night has been too lonely
And the road has been too long
And you think that love is only for the lucky and the strong
Just remember in the winter
Far beneath the bitter snow lies the seed
That with the sun's love in the spring becomes the rose
Aretha FRANKLIN- "Are You Leaving Me" (Early 70's)
nobody promised..but by the touch of heart and hand..
and i feel lonely but even more worried, out of love, not for me now.
and i feel lonely but even more worried, out of love, not for me now.
Ginger Trees - Shadow of the Mountain
foto a bit kitschy..no? text: like it.
singing a bit too stylish...
the fifth element , tears and music
there are these days stretching
the edges of the mind,
they pull fishhooks and shoes
from the bed of the sea
all the uncried tears are
down there, they dried
out the fingers of your soul,
unwept tears made you hard
they made your walk heavy
and your neck stiffen,
to find them is torture,
and then release
though even if you have gone far
you cannot return to the place
where you came from: now
you and this place are not the same
there are these days when
you feel lost though you are not,
it is only the slow opening of knots
and patterns shifting and moving
and you can listen to the music,
follow the pureness of frequencies,
find through rhythm and resonance
and be alive in the pauses
where silence speaks to you
from deep inside:
be who you are
and take a coffee
note:
12 : 9 = 8 : 6
?
the edges of the mind,
they pull fishhooks and shoes
from the bed of the sea
all the uncried tears are
down there, they dried
out the fingers of your soul,
unwept tears made you hard
they made your walk heavy
and your neck stiffen,
to find them is torture,
and then release
though even if you have gone far
you cannot return to the place
where you came from: now
you and this place are not the same
there are these days when
you feel lost though you are not,
it is only the slow opening of knots
and patterns shifting and moving
and you can listen to the music,
follow the pureness of frequencies,
find through rhythm and resonance
and be alive in the pauses
where silence speaks to you
from deep inside:
be who you are
and take a coffee
note:
12 : 9 = 8 : 6
?
Tiree Love Song by The Corries.
used to like The Corries when i was quite young. Now this I am not...
the book of the heart
the book of the heart
has no words
it is a song
filling my solitude,
flies across prisons,
opens doors,
gives a scent of hope
to the night of the soul
the book of sadness
knows no fear
but worry
and grief
the book of love
knows nothing
but the embrace
of all what is.
the book of the heart
knows no words,
it leads you home
wherever you are.
note:
though we are weak
and our shell is fragile,
we are strong at heart
and courage is the sail
by which the wind of love
will take us
where we need to be.
has no words
it is a song
filling my solitude,
flies across prisons,
opens doors,
gives a scent of hope
to the night of the soul
the book of sadness
knows no fear
but worry
and grief
the book of love
knows nothing
but the embrace
of all what is.
the book of the heart
knows no words,
it leads you home
wherever you are.
note:
though we are weak
and our shell is fragile,
we are strong at heart
and courage is the sail
by which the wind of love
will take us
where we need to be.
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