A few Sundays ago, it felt truly inspiring
to soak in the company of so many warm-hearted, open-minded folks in
the Morning Circle, surrounded by the vibrantly colorful art on the
walls of the Say Sí Art Gallery, while bathing in the rich,
descriptive language of our guest speaker, noted poet and author,
Sheila Black.
Just after she finished her reading, I
took the liberty of spontaneously creating a new song, with lyrics
loosely based on a collage of stanzas lifted from the striking
imagery of Sheila’s poetry, and accompanied by the skillful
musicians in the Circle Band. It felt like a true blessing, to be
hanging out at the intersection of all the deeply moving, creative
energies in the room.
SHARING THE TASTE
If you were there, you probably know
what I mean. But whether you were or not, I’d like to share a small
taste of that morning’s richness with you in the form of the
following lyrics, as well as an audio recording of the song made on
the spot by our long-time production manager and sound engineer,
Eddie Wise. Granted, it’s a live recording of a spontaneous
creation, with its share of audio glitches and musical gaffes, but I
hope you can catch at least a glimpse of the spiritual intention and
invitation it contains.
LAUNCH A LITTLE PRAYER
The land of enchantment calls to
your heart
asks you to start paying attention
and consider sleeping with a
hibernating bear,
consider another dimension.
The land of enchantment calls to
your heart,
right outside your door
consider looking at what you’d
rather avoid
consider opening to the more.
Who would you be without this pain,
pieces of you bleeding up
Who would you be without this pain,
even stars keep burning up.
Space is an ocean stretching out
wide
no way to know just how vast it is
caught in the tides that pull you
outside,
and always, always twist
Space is an ocean, stretching out
wide
asking you come down off the shelf
the moon keeps singing, singing,
singing
always to itself
Who would you be without this pain,
pieces of you bleeding up
Who would you be without this pain,
the stars keep burning up.
Love doesn’t live here anymore
where you study every sky for rain
and you carry the compulsion to
build more fences,
everywhere you go – that's no way
to grow.
Your prayers are very small,
you say your prayers are very small,
that’s ok
just launch your little prayer,
anyway.
With love and blessings,
Rudi
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