The Twa Corbies

Here is the new and improved version of this video.  The music is written by me, the words are from an old British folk ballad of unknown authorship. 

Release the Caged Bird

{IMPROVED??? VERSION III!}

flowers

bloom and die

to be born again

fragments

fall into love

to be made anew

noises

speak in silence

to become aware

longings

lose substance

to be dreamt awake

everything

is received

in order to give

Living alive is letting go...

Anemoi - a Balad of the Four Winds

This is my first attempt at a ballad style with an ABCB rhyming and an 8, 7, 8, 6 syllable pattern.  I didn't worry too much about keeping exactly to a pattern for the stresses in each line.  Any music written for this ballad will be in Aeolian mode, which is naturally found in A minor.

Anemoi

Astraeus and lady Eos

It is told, conceived in Twilight

Anemoi, the Four Gods of Wind

Between day and night

Boreas born in cold winter

Strong, harsh and devouring

Did blow down from the red, red North

Short days, cold breath, he’d bring

Notos ripened in summer heat

Billowed forth a scathing breeze

To fruit or fall Iounios crops

Southerly he would rise

Then Zephyrus came out of the West

Fructifying, gentle and fair

Flowers would hear his call for Spring

His songs, softly he’d share

Last, unlucky Euros emerged

From Helios’ Eastern sky

His warmth and rains, washed trees of leaves

He’d guide the Vernal cry

Astraeus and Lady Eos

It is told, contrived in Twilight

To make Aeolus mind their sons

And keep them out of sight

Brave Aeolus took the challenge

With laments and songs, armed well

He’d hail the winds to his side

And their chaos he’d quell

Blessed King of the Four Wild Winds

Their parents ever grateful

Did grace Aeolus the minder

Deep peace, from heart and soul

Astraeus and lady Eos

It is told, conceived in Twilight

Anemoi, the Four Gods of Wind

Between day and night

The Gift of Voice

As a small child, 

when I had little cares, 

I knew myself.  

I knew my tribe.  

We, who are...

Transmitters of sine, saw and square,

Mend broken hearts with the resonance of Love.

The Great Creatrix breathes through us,

as the piper blows into his whistle.

Harmony and Dischord dance our bones alive

and birth themselves into the bodies of passersby.

We are sung as the Gifts of Voice.

Donum of Vox Vocis

Nameless

Windwalking

Northwesterly winds spoke of heat and fire: 

"With the right fuel for flame, I am a ferocious foe indeed. 
I would whip these hills into a frenzy. 
Alight this heat-stroked landscape mercilessly. 
Just like this sky at sunset, in a blaze of orange, yellow and red. 
For now, I cool your burning skin.
For later, I give breath to the fire."

Active Listening

In the heat of the afternoon, there were only three sounds.

The purr and whirr of the fan.

The intermittent, insistent, electric buzz of cicadas.

The broken beats of my heart.

Thank You For My Life

I breathe in

Inspire

Inspiration

In spirit

Spirit

Inspiring

Breath in

I Believe

In spirit

Breathing

Alive

Breathe out

Exhale

All hail

Give thanks

Summer Heat

Up here, the sun shines down with a stronger sort of pressure.

Early, early, he radiates with a Martian force.

War like, red-hot,

Dipping deep into earth and skin,

The midnight dew is no formidable foe to him.

He is the the God's cook fire,

A merciless, crackling thing,

His smile is penetrating,

He is dry and wry and unforgiving.

Red is the color of passion,

And red is the hue he gives me.

From a Journal Entry:

May 21, 2011

The end of the world.  Jesus is coming back in less than an hour.  I do hope he picks me!  Could the Christians be right this time?  We shall see.

Assuming the Christ is NOT on his way here, as we speak, I find it is time for me to befriend my madness - the ADD, the "lostness, ungroundedness and distractedness" of my life - and welcome it into the home of my soul, have tea with it, listen to it's stories and learn it's lessons.  My life, my very being is far less problematic than I had once thought.  It's an incredible revelation which I've chosen to keep to myself in word and live through action: I AM GOOD ENOUGH.  I no longer approach the creation and experience of my life a that of an innately flawed soul trapped within human flesh, which requires endless improvement, fixing and atonement.  Instead, I approach my life with a playful and joyous embrace, recognizing the Divine Chrystal of my Heart in it's eternal giving and receiving of rainbow light.  It's an immense shift in my internal paradigm and though the words I choose to convey it may come off as rather "New Age", there is no doubt in my mind of it's authenticity, truth and power.  For the first time in my life, I believe that I am okay, that I am an expression of the Divinity of all Creation and that there is perfection in that.

This is not to say that perfection is in anyway my goal.  Not so.  My goal is the total embrace of my multiplicitous humanity, the ability to become fully grounded and present in my body, joined of flesh, spirit, intellect and heart.  The only transcendence that I seek is the complete presence of being here, now.  Gratitude for my life is no longer an elusive prey, but a genuine friend in my heart.  I am blessed, I am thankful, I have received the gifts of my suffering.  I remember delight and I am happy.

Aho, Mitakuye Oyasin!