I Am
I understand
This is the land of True Meaning
Long ago Mystery unfolds
I beseech Love energies
Come
I am the Mother in the night
come to me in sorrow and fright
no tomorrow
no tomorrow
I am a bringer of the light
summoning the inner sight
no tomorrow
no tomorrow
So I turn the other way
when I don’t want to see what’s coming
It’s ‘cause I’ve known it before
‘cause I’ve been to the war
Seen how we tore ourselves from the other side –
The Ranks of Disapproval
So it all comes to this
sheltered in our pasts
peeking through the cracks
We watch them pace
pass through the Gates
ponder our places among the races
the Ranks of Renewal
Chorus:
Oh Hey Ah Ho
Harmony sits in a shadowy cave
warm and sunny invitation
to Hidden Places
Mysterious traces
of Sun
embroidered
on Her billowy robes
Oh
Dragon’s breath protects the Lady as She rests
Calling
for Her Power to come
Signal
the Final Cycle has begun
So I talk to the people
step on the needles as they fall to the ground
defenses of the Many
not having any use anymore
in the Era that bangs on the door
the Ranks of Communal.
Chorus
Oh Hey Ah Ho
Harmony sits in a shadowy cave
warm and sunny invitation
to Hidden Places
Mysterious traces
of Sun
embroidered
on Her billowy robes
Oh
Dragon’s breath protects the Lady as She rests
Calling
for Her Power to come
Signal
the Final Cycle has begun
Solitary homage to my breathing
when I know that the time for Seeing
has Arrived
See it in the harvest of the people crowding
going deeper in the wrong direction
Hurry
my messages come
fill the vestiges
Hurry
my messages come
fill the vestiges
The Reachers and the Gropers
the Ordinary Hopers
The Reachers
The Gropers
The Ordinary Hopers
who might wake up to steam ahead
Oh ho….oh ho….
Oh ho….oh ho….hooo
You know who I mean
The Bleeders and the Mopers
the All-consuming Jokers
The Bleeders
The Mopers
The All-consuming Jokers
who might wake up to steam ahead.
Oh ho….oh ho….
Oh ho….oh ho….hooo
You know who I mean
You know I mean
You
I’ve got a singular obsession, don’t mean to mess with your mind but it’s time
It’s the global problematic, communicative static that raises a question or two
If you’ve had it cross your mind
there’s a power, energetic shower pumping up pumping up
from the heartbeat of our Mother makes me throw away the cover of denial
Meet my eye girl
ask me why girl
See the solitary meaning in revival of the witness
obligatory fitness where continuity, ingenuity
may help us break that barrier
slow steam carrier to nowhere
Better stop now, recapitulate how, we gotta radiate round
move to higher ground
where the sound of loving shoots off the faces of the multi-shining races
in all the planetary design
Caught you in the middle of a phone call with a dead man
Time to end all this promissory lead and do something about this time we’re in
do something about this time we’re in
Glazed and hazed eyes, shaved heads, pierced hearts
reasons for connection
end when mere expression of our longing aborts in simple thronging
When we only see the doorstep leading to the door
get so wasted we can’t see anymore
Like it open
Like to see a little hope in the future of our Passage
Generational Ambassador is what I cry for
If not you, who can the Power come on out of?
If you give it any thought between paragraphs of haughty blame on the others who might just feel the same
Oh Sleeping Masses, opportunity passes you by every moment you linger in Shame.
You might just discover pomposity’s a cover
Ego’s got nothing to do with it.
Generosity of Soul-Light shining on the crowd might wake another one or two who know it when I tell you
It’s not imagination, this causal stimulation
Open up a route for Mother Earth to shoot her Power
Give a shower of what is still to come
See the possibilities
See the possibilities
Kindly set that down
what you carry
Kindly lift your glance
and look at me
Kindly remove the layers
of hiding places
the game
is about to end
Never shun a deal
like this
without some good hard
thought
Never disregard the messages
that settle
in your mind
Soft, continuous petals
fall to you
in your dreams
remember them now
For this
is what they are about
The Time has come
the Time has come
Time has come
for your emergence
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