Saturday, October 07, 2006

Love Waits (a song)

Love has come to the edge of your bed
and waits patiently
for your fear to grow tired.
that's the thing about love,
that's the thing about love,
Love waits.

So, so many fears
whispered in the night.
So, so many tears
enough that we lost sight.
Two too many wounded hearts
and not enough healing.
Too, too many stops and starts
and not enough Being.

Now love has come to the edge of my bed
and sits there waiting
for my fear to grow tired
That's the thing about love,
That's the thing about love,
Love waits.

Now don't think I'm only talkin' about you
fear grows tired in my heart too
and when she finally falls fast asleep
tears of joy are the only ones I'll weep

Because love has come to edge of our sweet bed
and waits there patiently
for our fears to grow tired
That's the thing about love
That's the thing about love
Love waits.

Yeah, that's the thing about love,
She waits.

You're Always Free To Go and You Always Were

I heard this song last night at a music party, and immediately loved it. I didn't write it, but wanted to post the lyrics here anyway. It's written by Christine Kane and Steve Seskin.

The thing about this song that imprinted on me is how the hook dug into my heart. "And all you need to know, is that you're free to go."

It struck me as I listened to the words last night, that once a lover said to me, in the course of a conversation about us, "I apologize. You see my freedom, while I do not."

It was so true. He was always free to do what he would and be who he Is. If only he could have seen his freedom. He once, however briefly, recognized this Truth, but doesn't now.

He was always free to go . . .

Right Outta Nowhere

(Christine Kane/Steve Seskin)

A Midwest morning
October snowfall
She packed her Chevrolet
And she brushed the fear away
She's got a great big dream
And a history of playing small
And everybody seems to think
She'll be back before Christmas day
She hit that highway
With every ounce of faith she could summon
When courage finally comes
You never see it coming

Right outta nowhere
You open your heart
And that changes everything
You're going somewhere
And all you need to know
Is that you're free to go

A summer night
The soft smell of seashore
All the deadheads dancing
Out on the beach
He's got a ten-year tan
And his own little junk store
He says, some people got a lot to prove
And that's the way I used to be
Now I'm just an old hippie
With a half a dozen PhDs
Some choices hold you down
Some chances set you free

Right outta nowhere
You open your heart
And let go of everything
You're going somewhere
And all you need to know
Is that you're free to go

Dream and the way will be clear
Pray and the angels will hear
Leap and the net will appear

Right outta nowhere
You open your heart
And believe in everything
You're going somewhere
And all you need to know
Is that you're free
Right outta nowhere
You open your heart
And have faith in everything
You're going somewhere
And all you need to know
Is that you're free to go

Thursday, October 05, 2006

If I Could Kiss

If I could kiss the moon,
I would.

Wednesday, October 04, 2006

Red Wing (a poem)

What was she thinking?

The inner self knew from the start,
could see the beacon
piercing her darkness.

Perhaps best to run,
far and fast
while there is light of day.

Once night comes
and blackness overtakes her
there will be no salvation there.

Or is there?

The Source knows better.
Perhaps a phoenix
is what you were meant to be.

All that passed between us,
all that passed within us,
learning lessons unsought
but necessary.

After all the warmth of bodies,
after the unwrapped hearts,
like two beautiful Christmas presents,
tasted the stars
and sipped the winter sky.

After the waters came down,
baptizing us with yes,
after the passions
broke free from their corrals
and galloped fiercely into the spring that followed.

After the birds began to sing in Boston,
scoring the sweetest film,
while the fears came back
with their insomnia.

After all,
I still believe in the love that took flight
with Red Wings
and danced on the moon.

Sunday, October 01, 2006

The Light (a song)

We dance together and we
dance apart.
'Cause too much light can be
blinding to the heart.
All I know for now is, I don't want to lose the light.

Yes, I know
that the light comes from within.
But it also comes from
the dance of your skin on my skin.
All I know for now is, I don't want to lose the light.

The light that shines
through your blue eyes to me,
is the same light that shines
from every leaf on every tree.
And all I know for now is, I don't want to lose the light.

And yes, I do know well that the light comes from within,
but it also comes from the dance of your skin on my skin.
All I know for now is
I don't want to lose the light.

All I know for now is . . .
I don't want to lose the light.