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Rumi's Waterbead
02:22
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You've been scared of being absorbed into the ground
You've been scared of being caught up into the air
Now your waterbead lets go
to the ocean, where you're home again
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Lost Song
04:51
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In the moon I remember how hungry I have been
How my belly’s held the burn, how my eyes have seen the rim
Of the edge of the ocean where the possible is formed
Snagging fringes of the question of why I was born
Oh the artist never sleeps, holy restless, holy need
Oh you sacred shadow walkers, oh you half and hoping breed
Can I kiss you, can I hold you? Are there arms enough to reach
‘Round the vastness of your calling? Bid me enter, bid me breach
Chorus
For once I dreamt of a home
And since then I’ve heard the word that it [only] happens in the soul
But I’m sensing still a circle in the center of my torso
That’s leading ever more so
To a literal, loving home
In the rushing forth of water, the river may recall
How the rocks had slowly catered up, how time had built a wall
Oh the freedom of the binding of the soul to the soul
This disparity’s been finding me both bitter and bold
—-
Oh the emptiness I’ve carried, oh timidity and pain
Eyes cast downward, waiting patiently to take all earthly blame
Now the prophet stands on sturdy feet and people crowd, and strangers meet
And listening is clear and soft, and peace is here; the battle’s fought
Oh weary, separate soldiers come and eat
Leave your frontlines for the homestead, integrate your head with living
Tell a new tale: where the brave are quick to listen, slow to speak
When the speaking’s in repeat
Of what’s been told, what’s getting old:
That we are fighting our way the final defeat
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Miriam & Moses
04:42
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The other is with you
The other is never gonna go
The other is with you
The other's gonna hold you so close
Green eyes, what do you see
In the mirror? It's me:
Cleft from the same tree
As if joined by birth,
We came into the earth
With souls combined,
We go side by side
Though the presence is not always seen
CHORUS
Like Miriam and Moses
Through the desert we go
Brother, please know that
Our souls will never be apart (x2)
SPOKEN WORD:
The difference between intimacy and romance is
The difference between symmetry and the careful opposition of interlacing parts
For those whose eyes are mirror to the same wild spark of creativity
Forged from the same vein, marked by thoughts' proximity,
Their power is in collaboration, not conjunction
Combined imagination cannot function when the
Two halves can't see each other face to face but
Fruits from the same tree, they loose their sounding board.
Union is for those whose rhythms form a sacred style of syncopation
Locked into sustaining breath by the complex, respirating facets of their differences--
Romance takes a type of separation,
Lovers of the gods knew this;
Do not aim for union, they say,
Those who are already one and the same
Have no way forward
Don't mistake recognition as a substitute for contrast
These self-similar facets are striking but they can't last
Air recycled from the same source will soon begin to wear thin
Give me nutrients from a different garden than the one we find ourselves both growing in.
This is why I call you my brother,
Our momentary merging a return to our mother
Rebirth from the womb of exposed interim
Now you be my Moses and I'll be your Miriam
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4. |
Riggi Love Song
03:29
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I want a man with some culture,
Find my a riggi, we’ll jump through the fire
What do you bring with your soul, sir?
I want a tale of adventure and trial
Teach me the ways of the ocean,
Let me feel cold, salty sprays of the sea
Call out my name and I’ll know, then
Of all other lassies, the one you love’s me
Some girls’ll go for the leather boot man,
Predictable, usual and mild
But I want a lad who, with laughin’ and dancin’
Reminds me each day I’m a chid
Oh this foolish young talk
O just taken the first one you find and then settlin’ down
You see, I want a man who, when I’m old and brittle ‘ll still
Take me in his arms and spin me around
Sing me a song, oh rigi of mine, whistle a tune from your home
Wrap your arms round me as I listen to your voice
Never to walk these long beaches alone.
Honor me true, love, and take me ‘long with ya
Cuz I’m not a woman to be a mild bride
When treacherous storms come and deck’s spillin over
I’ll be in the rain, bailing, right by your side
Barefoot darlin, lets go together— I’ll be your missus
And you’ll be my man Stay True to our freedom
And I’ll stay beside you, you’ll never lie lonely
‘Neath starlight again
Sing we together the song of our union
While people all clap for us, circling round
You came from the sea, boy, and oh how I love ya
Let signs of our happiness always be found
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cicaeda
melissa j. rain
Albuquerque NM
Spokane WA
Portland OR
piano | cello | voice
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