This was a most basic project but it turned out to be amazingly rich.  We made this using just voices and a metal stool on a hardwood floor.  I hope you can feel the longing that sometimes stirs when one stares long at the full moon or perhaps a dream that haunts one through the day.  The tension between almost and not quite.  Thank you Lee Jeffery and Matthew Cooper.  Dedicated with full faith and trust to the Trade Post.

A thousand miles away

I dreamed that I was awake

Or perhaps I was awake yet slumbering

Consciousness in flux somewhere between the two

I know what is real, I know the difference

I can feel it

There is substance and passion and depth and sweet rest my reward

I can breathe there

But sometimes reality manifests itself in one and then the other as it wills

So who is to say what is dreaming and what is wakefulness

The Real is not tethered to the narrow realm of the senses

It gives allegiance to none, for there are many ways of knowing

How close is a thousand miles

It seemed as if I could have reached out and touched you

But you were a thousand miles away

What is the distance between this breath and my next

A step or two, feet, inches, seconds, the measurement is irrelevant

So close, yet thousand miles away

I felt you walk into my dream

I felt your presence before I turned, before I heard the voices

I sensed the singular form of you so the sight did not surprise me

Because I can sense you from a thousand miles away

How is it that I can inhale the fragrance of you, hear your voice in my dreams

I felt your glance on my back like a touch reaching out, a kiss on my neck

But there was a gulf between that would not be bridged, a guardian watchful

Polite, familiar chit chat for a second of a second

I could not find your eyes

So close yet a thousand miles away

I felt you leaving and I turned to watch you go

My observation hidden behind the tinted veil

I watched you walk into another dream that was a thousand miles away

Then, at the last instant, the final frantic moment you turned

I saw your eyes seeking me, trying to pierce the darkened glass

I recognized and reached out from the shadows

I was close, but hidden, and a thousand miles away

So, I will write to remember, I will write to say

What it’s like to feel your warmth

From a thousand miles away

Words are leaky Vessels
In the real world of people speaking and being the stereotyped constructs break down and reveal a soul. Only then can one assess and be assessed by another. Language, words are leaky vessels at best. And in the end only symbolic representations of that which we struggle to express. Be still. Don’t jump. See past the constructs. See the one who is there behind the eyes. The Original. Then one can know to whom they speak. Blessings

 

Music – Lee J The DJ – Sweet Science Radio 107.5 fm B’ham  10:00 pm Saturdays

Photo – Phobia-Wiki

Alien Soul
(Refrain)
Looking to the stars can leave you mesmerized
Wishing for a Savior won’t open blinded eyes
But something in you’s calling, you’re seeking something new
But you will never know until you see. . .
That the Alien is you. . . the Alien is you

The Alien you’re looking for don’t live in outer space
The Alien you’re looking for, it wears a human face
You might glimpse it in the mirror, or feel it at your back
The feeling of, it ain’t quite right, is a Soul that has been hacked

The Beast forever seeking a Soul it can upload
Feeding off the energy, are you It’s latest node
Divide and conquer is the lie, It preaches as Good News
And even if you win that game, your Soul is what you lose

The answers lay within my dear, and not perceived with senses
Fear and doubt has shaped our mind, personality our defenses
Turn off the stimulation, coming from without
Find your way to stillness child, and learn what it’s about

All that is without, is the same as is within
What you want out there you have, let the healing now begin
Consecrate yourself right now to our Creator’s celebration
Say hello to what you’ve sought, You are the revelation