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I wonder if it’s really darkest…
Right before the dawn…
I wonder if the caged bird sang…
So I’d hear freedoms’ song…
I wonder if the path of joy…
Is always shared with pain…
I wonder if the rainbow…
Would exist without the rain…
I wonder if I always knew…
How could I ever dream…
How would I ever learn to dance…
If wonder was not free…
Starlight Dancing…
Lost in desperation…
As if it’s really real…
Overwhelming grief and pain…
To be stuck in the feel…
To lose my mind one instant…
The next move into sane…
To feel the real of joy…
Then again be stabbed by pain…
To accept I might be crazy…
To surrender to the fear…
No God to believe in…
No where to go but here…
Nothing I can count on…
Or guarantee as real…
Everything so meaningless…
Even what I feel…
No one has the answers…
Yet that is what they claim…
I can have the same ones…
If I play their silly game…
Learning to think free…
Beyond what mind demands me to…
Requires not only I break free…
But that I too…break~through…
Starlight Dancing…
I cannot count the tears I’ve cried…
And no one knows the pain…
It’s obvious and clear as day…
That I’ve been quiet insane…
The fear was overwhelming…
I could drown in what I feel…
But something moves me through it…
Is it the magic of the real?
What is it that refuses…
To believe what I am told?
What or who rejects this knowledge…
Of gods of ancient old?
And what of bless~ed Consciousness…
So many claim as truth?
In the twinkling of an eye…
It’s gone…no me no you…
So much for timeless Being…
That claims to reign supreme…
Yet again I could believe…
That this is all a dream…
I choose to blaze my own path…
Is it not mine to weave?
Untangling…unraveling…
All that I believe…
Starlight Dancing…
uh…speak for yourself…if i have to be a bird i gotta be a red bird or a blue bird…or maybe one of those magnificent creatures in Avatar…lol
i wonder why we fear openness…why we fear what we don’t understand…why we distrust what we don’t know…then again, i have a pretty good idea why i have trust issues…
in any moment flying free from the cage into the wide open space of sky and dancing in the aliveness of time is possible…
maybe the song is of our heart…encouraging our spirit to spread its wings and fly…
Cages within cages. I guess TSK can give us an inkling that our cages may not really be locked. Franz Kafka wrote (in one of his one-line, thought-provoking images); “A bird went in search of a cage.” Maybe some of our songs are songs of comfort, within the boundaries we’ve created against our fear of open space. There’s that impressive woman with Autism, Temple something, who created a chute for herself to crawl into after a hard day, and who then revolutionized the industry that slaughters animals by creating similar confinements for the animals so that they can’t flail around in panic and see the distress of the animals up ahead. I wonder if some of our desire for confinement is borne of a fear of openness. Jack quoted someone–to the effect that the openess of space is heartless and cold. As well, I guess there’s also the question: could we really fly if we weren’t in these cages? Or are we flightless birds, like chickens and ostridges? –Michael