When I write songs my mind works in two different ways: music & word.
We build our own constellations here.
In shapes of fawn & man;
All have their own meaning--
All have their own shape.
They tell their own stories,
And follow the light of the highest magnitude.
What kind of story am I telling?
Where is my brightest star
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I've learned these two languages over my years of being a human: These two forms of communication
Music is a Circle. Words are a Circle. They can role together on the same axle; They can run holding each other close as they twist together in the fabric of space & time; One can be bigger while the smaller one sits in the center, or rolls along the inside.
The two are separate creatures, and their marriage is a sacred thing among the humans.
Fitting together pieces of the word & pieces of the music is one of the most beautiful things I've ever experienced as human. Oh the things that could be said in our sacred art of communication.
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When the winter came this year It seems as though I wasn't as prepared as I should have been.
I've never seen the forest be quite like this before; It's all part of these lessons we learn I would suppose. "I feel as though I'm lost at sea within myself again--", I say as I watch me drift away.
