oh just let a thought go and sow
try to chase
try to be beneath
when the wind breaks
and all is perfectly still
and the wish you drew in seed
falls
a long endless line and do parallel paths ever meet? also?
water and time
my life is a practice room
one big long
practice room
cover ground oh yeah,
cover sound
where we go when we look over yonder
a friction and a lack of friction what
a shape a lack of shape
what
oh that happened
a few days ago?
whatever it’s just time
in a wide wide field
in a tried true position
kneeled in air
draw these lines
may I take a trip around your block
rock around your clock
anchor at your dock
fly with your flock?
no more words could rhyme!
should we sail into?
no why
here’s your gritty meditation for forever
he who taketh
giveth
part two of the session i had playing cello in the replica cathedral
bird accompanist ftw
quest
we can make this go round together
good morning you
in the world
in the
what?
I have missed you
cold studio
and you
bold listener
I don’t want to have any rules
or not have any rules any more
and but
i don’t want to make the same thing again and again.
it’s a balance.
staying off balance maybe
may be
where it’s at
out a way
a way back
to go there
not get off track
what brings you here?
or back
or where
if you don’t like to linger a while
with hands in open position
why
in the momentous occasion
of a moment
any
calmer now
that all the things i need to
pull together
don’t need me to
pull them together
