Sunday, November 06, 2005

weebles wobble but they don't fall down



I don’t even know how to express the feeling of coming home. Circles, loops, delay loops but loops nonetheless. Beginning echo return to repeat again. How many loops? Ah, but perhaps they are not loops but spirals, returning to the same place in one dimension but never in all the dimensions. Like an octave hitting the syncopated harmony of bliss tattooed into the flesh of the NOW we are all communicreating, here and now, bouncing off one another’s thoughts and misperceptions and apparitions and apprehensions about admitting the unseen out front with everybody so totally caught up in the game of the thing. Whose thing? Who’s game? Whose playing whom and what do the pieces look like? How many spaces is a carrot? What do the dice add up to? Whose roll is it next? Are we playing for keeps? Recess rules?
I set out to make a roundabout way back to where I began. Not where I began here from, this roundabout way, but where I began to want to find out what I am all about deep down under the outside clout that kept me in my skin for so damn long. Because, after all, what is it I’m really going after? What is it I really want under all this bullshit exterior? What’s really putting the coal in the fire to move this train? Peace of Mind. Where did that sneak off to when I wasn’t looking?
It's ok though, i found it coming over the pass. It was here all along, just like i knew it must have been, even when i couldn't feel it when i tried to hold it in my hand, it was always here, blowing just so the hairs on the back on my neck ripple for a bit and i get a nice chillywarm shiver.

*

Restless Wind
Bill Nershi

As I ramble around on the outskirts of town
Visions from the past fill my mind
I remember the day that you went away
And each and every tear that I cried

Autumn chill cuts the air
Leaves blow through the sky
I feel your spirit everywhere
I can hear you sigh….restless wind

I look back on the past, time has gone by so fast
Since those trips to the hills where you lived
When I was young you were always so strong
You seemed to have the world on a string

Autumn chill cuts the air
Leaves blow through the sky
I feel your spirit everywhere
I can hear you sigh….restless wind

Roots run deep
And you ran faster than the wind
Roots run deep
I still feel all the love you send

Now I turn back towards my home but I don’t feel alone
Like I did when I left for the night
‘Cause you’re right here with me and now I can see
The spirit and the soul never die

No comments:

 

Blog Counter