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I dunno why this koan holds you.
I dunno where the blood flows.
I dunno when we trade our eyes for ashes.
I dunno but my love knows.
There is a bridge in open country.
There is a wide and open goal.
There is a muddy rooted flower.
How do we learn what love knows?
And I'll admit I've been holding tightly.
I'll admit it's been so long.
I'll admit that I would trade my love for ashes,
but my heart would be singing along.
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Moving in the Dark
03:02
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I'm moving in the darkness,
she's moving in the heat.
While the day repeats over and over,
there is rain pooling in your eyes, complete.
And you say,
'my blood is in my hands now,
your smell is on my skin'.
I'm moving in the darkness,
I'm seeing you again, and again.
I will another death come
and bring me to my knees.
So my love repeats over and over.
There is rain pooling in my eyes,
can you see?
And I see my day is in my hands,
there is nowhere to begin.
I'm moving in the darkness,
I'm going to again and again.
I will another day come,
and summer and the sea.
So my love repeats over and over.
There is life dreaming in my eyes,
can you see?
Can you see?
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Only Connect
03:23
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Honey, I'll let you be,
in another world,
with another weather.
I set my satellite,
to watch the skies for signs of other life.
I can see the silhouette,
and the shape of home against the sun,
when the clouds pass over.
I can see a face in the foreign moon,
of another world.
This here is a wilderness,
and a forest scene,
with a riverbed.
And the dim green light,
of a faraway sun.
Honey I wrote this place,
for us to swim,
when our worlds pass close enough,
when the tides touch the moon.
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4. |
Too Heady for a Bloom
03:33
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I pour over rock,
and I fall into you.
And I sleep with the sound,
I can sleep here sound.
The ground is a mantle,
and my hands are a cup,
and they fill up with blood,
and I empty it up.
There is nothing I can do,
so I don't.
I know a look is a letter,
I know there is weather in your room.
Can you read me?
Can you read to me, about you?
I need to leave some hours to nothing,
I am clouds in the night,
like a prism in the dark.
There is nothing we can do,
so we don't.
I know that growth is a narrative,
I'm far too heady for a bloom.
Dead head everything,
cut back to root.
Well I need to feel the sun on my skin,
and my hands in the light,
and your kisses in the dark.
There is nothing we can do,
so we don't.
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A Poppy, a Rose
02:14
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You feel the sun in me,
can you meet my eyes?
I won't greet you,
I am running.
I will be passing you by.
I see your messages,
I feel them in my chest
I'm not speaking,
I am setting
Like the sun is in the West
You've ribbons made of silk,
they are folded into bows,
they are ruined,
they are rotting,
like the poppy and the rose.
What are the balances left over,
in your body?
I recorded every moment,
and the tapes are ripped and rusty
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Restless
02:18
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I came alive on the first warm day of spring.
There was no-one there to greet me,
but I came to do my thing.
I opened up my arms and I said,
'I have arrived!'
And my body is in protest,
but my spirit is on fire.
I am born,
I am sad,
I am overcome,
with a restless love,
on an average day.
I wrestle to the ground,
anyone I meet, in play.
If you can guess my name,
then you will surely make me stay.
I say, 'I live in jest of death,
and that includes it all'
and that pain will be the partner
I must welcome most of all.
I am born,
I am sad,
I am overcome,
with a restless love,
on an average day.
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Kemmering
03:36
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A simple touch,
a simple touch.
I let you be,
I let you love me.
In these old ways,
in these old ways,
I know my parts,
I know my plays.
If I set you down,
if I let you be,
a simple love is all I need.
And I do my best, I do my very best.
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An Old Drum
04:03
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A bowl of petals,
a vase of flowers.
I can just breathe
for so many hours.
I have been waiting,
stretching thin.
Like being a beggar
out on a limb.
I know the wind dropped,
I know my heart stopped,
I know that Grace,
she's sailing with me.
I take my old drum,
call this boat freedom,
stay broken open,
call myself free.
But where's the wind
to propell me on?
And where's the rousing,
living song?
Don't you know I can't sail,
and I don't know where to steer?
Don't you know it's the big blue ocean I fear?
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