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You don’t have to close your eyes,
secret life, it’s thriving on the outside
Just bend to children’s height, augment the light
It’s thriving on the outside
Unknown or intimately knowing the unknown
Rings grown, existence as devotion, not alone
Birds and wind and trees all singing ooo-ahhh ooo-ahh
The closer you get to knowing god, the further you feel
depending on the sun to rise and the moon at its heel
You don’t have to close your eyes
secret life
it’s thriving on the outside
Just bend to children’s height, augment the light
it’s thriving on the outside. the outside. the outside.
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Hold to that body
Change is always coming
Reach out, touch something
But please don’t stop the becoming
I know you’re hurting, I know this is crumbling
Reach out touch something
Don’t stop becoming
Listen to the wind,
You know, it sounds different in this season
You want to hear it again?
Can you let that be your reason?
I know you’re deep.
That suffering repeats
Reach out, touch something
Change is coming
You arrived here worthy, you are enough.
The light is moving,
The day is ending,
The night beginning
The morning is pending
The light is moving
The moon ascending
The dusk diffusing
The dawn intending
Are we all sleeping?
We’re all due for waking.
Have you lost your dreaming?
Watch, the light is moving.
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You have a question
Your body has an answer
It has been holding your ocean
And that water can be heavy
And that water can be heavy
And that water can be heavy
And that water will make you weightless
You ask a question
Every body gives their answer
Hold to your wonder, be vigilant with your hunger
Your visions can be deadly
Your visions can be deadly
Your visions can be deadly
Your visions will hold you to life
If the joy lives quiet and low to the ground, bend down
When they doubt with their questions
Let your body move with answers
You are worthy of your laughter
You are both before and after
Your pleasure can be guiding
You’re soft and getting softer
If the joy lives quiet and low to the ground, bend down
You have a question
Your body has an answer
It has been holding your ocean
And that water can be heavy
And that water can be heavy
And that water can be heavy
And that water will make you weightless
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Emerge into sun, hair raise, mm
Steeped in the ocean, salt to taste
Wood fired hair, breathe deep, mm
Body tired in tall grasses
Tune to the thrush, he sings, mm
Visceral hush of the evening
Swim through the blue hour, after gold
Soft of her skin in my arms enfold
Tracing the bridge of her nose, mm
Light of the dusk ‘till her eyes close
Plum from the tree on the moon, floating
Sweet plum my arms are holding
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Sometimes I go to the ocean
my urgency matched by the ocean
Yes I am, a god damn ocean
I want to feel big things,
that’s what I’m here for
To feel big things,
that’s what I’m made for
It keeps me human
and the more than human things
keeps me tethered to them
and it keeps me human
Sometimes I go to the ocean
My urgency matched by the ocean
Yes I am, a god damn ocean
I want to feel big things,
That’s what I’m here for
To feel big things,
That’s what I’m made for
It keeps me human
And the more than human things
I am not defined by what I believe,
I am not defined by your expectations of me
Sometimes I go to the ocean
I find myself by the ocean
Yes I am, a god damn ocean
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Cost, cost
Nature a woman who knows how to ask for something in return
and the spring returns
Lost, Lost
Never connected to know growing things by name
and I’ll learn their names
Ghost, Ghost
I calm a fear, claim you aren’t really here
by doing the sign of the cross to a Holy Ghost
Distraught, distraught
Grateful, just building a library of all the people’s pain
How it feels the same, as all my own pain
god
good god
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It wants out, but I hold it
Just under the ribs, barely moonlit
Under the weight of that current
My visions can’t seem to get up and out
This is wrong
I want to change it
So I look and I listen for different
You can’t believe everything that you read,
But what of the things that I breathe, that I see, that I feel and I know in the quiet of trees?
Yell, ‘Head out of the clouds!
Keep two feet on the ground!’
Which means, ‘Hush Hush, Blasphemer!
You’re under their influence! A dreamer!
You should be grateful!’ and, ‘Who told you that?’
We talk round and round.
Deep down I know that.
Deep down, it’s not like that.
Been working with death all the time.
It’s changing my tune and it’s changing the sounds in my mind.
Do you ignore it, or just fear it?
Abhor it, or endear it?
Move far from, don’t get near it!
Close it out and disappear it!
Swallow it, and unknow it!
Control it! Can’t control it!
Up and out, how do I hold this?
In the space between now and let go of it.
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Do I know my own thoughts anymore?
My feelings in words, I watch you withdrawing.
Then you tell me, nothing matters at all,
while hurting so much you keep yourself in hiding.
Can you hear the knowing anymore?
Or have you lost touch, too caught up in the feeling?
What if I say, ‘nothing matters at all’
while staying out in the open, so urgently striving?
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