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Perfect Time
05:28
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Mist on the ground is frozen.
Garden of springtime is gone, everything destroyed.
Looking ahead at a void.
Who am I? Where am I? Where do we go from here?
It’s alright. It’s okay.
You were bound for greater meaning from today.
‘Cause you are salt. You are light.
Here at the perfect time.
Remnants of life exploded.
Valuables lying around scattered on the floor.
Friendship and Hope out the door.
Who am I? Where am I? Where do we go from here?
It’s alright. You won’t trade
The zones of cold and pressure it takes to make a jade.
‘Cause you are sparks. Emerging light.
Here at the perfect time.
Who am I? Where am I? Where do we go from here?
It’s alright. It’s okay.
You were bound for greater meaning from today.
‘Cause you are salt. You are wine.
You’re the torch by the sign.
You are sparks. Emerging light.
And you’re here at the perfect time.
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Sacred Ground
05:37
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Walking the mile of your shade.
I’m one of millions you’ve seen.
Your arms diving to the ground,
Rising again and free.
Ages roll by like a day.
Seconds, the beats of small wings.
You tower above the crowd,
Saying humble one, come to me.
Hand to hand, you’re a goldfinch flight.
You’re an angel high.
Bellowing breath all around,
Sacred ground.
Are you sad with the mortals at war?
Over and over it seems.
While you made a home for bugs,
Growing your ancient rings.
And you’ve got all the simple things that you need.
Air, water, ground, and a name.
Gather in. Take a breath, and let leave.
Opening hands to rain.
Hand to hand, you’re a goldfinch flight.
You’re an angel high.
Bellowing breath all around,
Sacred ground.
Heaven is here. Don’t make a sound.
Tread ever lightly on top of this ground.
Year after year, new rings around.
Canopy high but my roots in the ground.
Life long and dear, creatures abound.
Their various voices are clear and surround.
Heaven is here. Come make a sound.
Shelter inside and be found.
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3. |
Song of the Shell
03:53
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Great and grand my ancestry,
I rely on the grass to hide me.
In the silt and sand, moving free,
I am growing, but afraid.
Levels and layers and mantle and frame
The creation below and around you the same.
You will weather all manner of pressure and pain,
For the shell that protects you is here and remains.
And yes. Drift through the valley and rise.
See the world through these fiery blue eyes.
The direction you swim,
You are wearing a fortress, and winged like a seraphim.
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4. |
On the Waves
11:12
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This isn’t how it’s supposed to be.
Galaxy out of form.
Wasted and doomed on an angry sea,
In a house, in a boat, in a storm.
Row hard to starboard, push away from shore.
Now unmoored and compensating every force.
There’s a man at a desk writing songs.
Giving life where first there was none.
Dreams he created and played.
But they never saw the light of day.
Row hard to starboard, push away. Let’s go.
Mind the set and time, and row. Row!
You are asleep in the boat while the storm
Rages and warns, and I wake you.
You step overboard and you reach back.
And welcome me onto the waves.
Onto the waves.
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