Beyond the Clouds

she moves to her own rythm
pounding down on the hard ground
swinging high from cloud to cloud
and paints a new prism

to move, to express, to heal, to sing

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his beautiful jewels jingle in the sweet summer air
warm sounds of soft colours caress your hair
his faith so strong his ears open and listen to the call
of amida's great love for all

and so a proposition
to live and see another day
of you and me and by the way
tomorrow never comes

another bite and premonition
of something big and hard to swallow
and so I'll chew until tomorrow
another day goes by

but the night is young
and the air is sweet
the grass feels cools beneath my feet
as we watch the sun go down

you rang me up just to ask me
the same old thing absentmindedly
I smiled and whispered but then wondered
whose voice you thought you heard

til the sunsets, have no regrets
for life is short and we are young
this is as good as it gets

I hung up and went in search
for the answer that's found in our church
in the silence of Ra that moves up above
below and between, mara my love

til the sunsets, have no regrets
for life is short and we are young
this is as good as it gets

you rang me up with a heart that yearns
and I answered like a fool that never learns
to slow down and smell the flowers
and appreciate all those magical hours

til the sunsets, have no regrets
for life is short and we are young
this is as good as it gets

I feel stretched. The more I try to ground myself the more my head gets stuck in the clouds. No wonder I feel torn apart.

But if it puts a smile on your face, I'd give everything away and turn everything upside down. What do I care if I've got no money and nothing is the way it should be if I can put a smile on your face. To end the world of meanness, of stingy-ness, of coldness, I need to make you smile.

Maybe one day it will happen, in that unexpected gift, or unexpected gesture that even I wasn't sure existed in this world.

Chavela Vargas 'La Llorona' from the film Frida

Does your mind register all the knots?
How about the twists and turns
and tangled spots
of distorted views and misperceived plots

Mine hammers and stammers away the nots
the shoulds and musts
and forbidden thoughts
of darkened sins and evil shots

so what is left is not the don'ts, won'ts and forbidden nos
but the aches and pain of stress and fear
for the don't goes and the worry flows
stressed and tensed and full of oughts

when the master says don't fear, dont't panic, just let it go
the slave hears fear, panic and so it goes
cos the mind latches only what it can feel
and don'ts and won'ts are hollow echoes

But oh! When frail vulnerabilities expose
or other such strong and powerful prose
of love and beauty and truth revealed
the heart is mended and the spirit grows

so next time the self starts to crow
Don't be stupid! Don't get it wrong!
Think twice and change the tune and song
to affirm the beauty and love from head to toes

still waiting
waiting still
for the move to stop the beating
of this useless heart
beating still
still beating
the love that died years ago
but kept alive
through an active mind
still tracing
tracing still
the outline of the ghost
hiding in my heart
still waiting
waiting still