Cold but I’m lookin up cause my convictions got me convinced…
The promises that filled me up are bound to rain down and fill me again.
Times ten, or even ten times ten…
I’m drained but I’ve still got the cup as far as I can see that hasn’t left me.
I’ve got holes in my shoes and coals in my eyes
but the stories we’ve past through keep me tethered to you
each new ring reminds me where we’ve been…
These moments passing producing precious treasures,
The river you flowed straight through the heart of me
a spring of life offering priceless fuel before the final duel….
Each new breath, each new day a beautiful leaf blossoming into a life tree.
The truth is, it’s because of these knots and bruises
I’ll walk this road until there’s nothing left.
So long as I’m moving there’s no sense of losing.
What’s left, what’s left is mine for keeps.
So while I’m growing and have little to show for it
Here’s to the places we’ve blown through.
Here’s to the things we’ve thought to do.
We’ve thought to do…
Don’t you see? Now’s the time for being.
Don’t go blue on me just yet,
we’ve got better things on that list than singing
the age-old melodies of existence through organized resistance.
Nothin’ new under this ol’ sun
So I’m calling in something new.
The reality taking seed is blinding.
So confining, oh so binding…
Until we’re all ground bound and convinced by the Grinch
that reaching for the sky was the silliest thing we ever done and we’re better off stumps.
Don’t lose your nerve now kid…
Just keep climbing. It’s time.
Dig in deep, crack open wide to reveal the wonderful seed inside!
Come alive! Come alive… Can’t you see?
Simply existing isn’t a thing for sturdy trees,
they thrive or they’re slowly dying inside.
So plant these feet deep let the experience carry me.
Sweep a warm breeze through my branches,
leave the forest giggling as the wind rushes through tickling
Imagine that, let’s make this fun!
What might I witness that’s never been done?
Instructions sink in like beads of lifegiving water
each drop unleashing potential to take root immediately.
If you want to thrive little tree don’t aspire to fake things,
I’m testing you my little sapling,
remain steadfast in the soil that I’ve planted you…
Don’t mind the earth shaking it’s just life making making room for you.
From these new heights I’m so grateful for the intuition to listen to the soft breeze sinking in around me.
now that I’m seeing more clearly
I see those cut down before me in a new light,
The contrast has me soaking my roots in sweeter insights…
They may go down in this realities history
forever fully composed in our unified memory,
… frozen in their fictions full of strength, but…
And retrospect shows whose bed they’re composing, The view has me wondering…
How no body seems to know though it’s nothing new…
No there’s nothing new….
And as far as I can see, no growth can be
in things found bowing immediately under pressure of tightly wound springs.
Each being, living proof that no amount of carving can reflect the natural glory of anything still breathing.
It thoughts like these and the company they keep that has me whistling into the eye of the storm that’s found me.
It’s because of these knots and bruises I’d choose to develop these strange fruits over the finest ornamenting this arena’s capable of producing…