Dollars down the penny drain
Frozen in the clouds
Dream away the last of pain
In waterfalls of sounds
Float across the icy pools
Leaves with curl and sway
Now your mind is floating cool
And you can find the way
Can you understand you can really understand
When the darkness comes you still shine
Open up your eyes and make the day shine sunshine now
Open up your dreams and and make the way shine sunshine now
Can you understand you understand
Can you understand you understand
Open up your life and make your lifetime sunshine now
Open up your soul and make your lifeline sunshine now
Can you understand you understand
Can you understand you understand
Dancing without moving now
Growing with your soul
One with all around you now
Related to the all
Purple mist around your hair
Eyes are fading blue
Smiling into everywhere
Love is coming through

-- Betty Thatcher-Newsinger,

lyricist for the band 'Renaissance' in the 70s

Intuitive Transition (After-Visit)

Transition, internalized upon an intuitive regard.
This witness originates as anyone who visits a friend in their last days.

Malleably determined to appease the unavoidable
Returning to rest in an realization of conversation.

Testifying revisionist, corrects the mistaken moment, an affirmation that nothing followed as the door closed
The anonymous lantern, a lambent of anomaly, offering to help yourself to it's clarity.

Perfect beginnings, patiently comprehend the convergence
We discuss watering the after-lands with tears of liberation.

Interact a unique reproach, instincts left undone through out the empty room.
Obvious impression sustain emotions, issue of fate and mortality

Not in this lifetime, never did we answer unto our own
Mind set alone, no other inevitability, occupies the horizon envisioned.

Sage weather, spectrum of experience, lightning fire asunder intimacy
Connect a physical initiation, senses thrive in the presence of the imminent.

To soon the conclusion, ageless rebirth is an obligation to become the last to first.
Sleep a peaceful night, its been raining since Sunday.

Nature of the sentient embodiment, radiant beings, the lessor of gods creatures
Cast upon the, ethereal epicycle, the universal calendar.

Hourglass sand drifts over its faded past.
Settling upon a sub-surfacing depth, a neutral landing.

No one was mislead, when ever heaven's possible.
Blessed with three reasonings, remembrance, mourning and condolence.

Nurturing this cherished inactivity a reflection shown upon the inner deity.
Every-light redeemed, thunderous pulse, turning hearts, and at the center of it all, love.

II
Come back around, be responsible, forgive the self.
Don't we know, maybe today a truth no truer will heal you in the promise of tomorrow.

Patiently we discuss the approaching definition.
Grasping whispers of approval for this is the simplest accomplishment.

Subjectively questioning, I don't know why we can’t hide.
Distractions restrict the minds rebellion, rebelling against the bodies limitation.

Cracked soul, redeems solitary daylight, shinning silently as faith defines.
Transcended complications, you'll fly away once the continuum acclaims.

The initiation of this original paradise, return from this earth's commitment.
Falling from the eyes, fall away, revealing, where, they're to be.

Mystic disk, tenuous blueprint, infinite sphere
These days of calm behold us, reaching for the hands of heaven.

Hearts replete its greatest belief resolving this lucid obstacle
As we see the familiar beauty reinventing its outlook upon inspired sight lines.

Resounding solitude, a shelter closer, giving solace, for tonight you are inspiration.
You're done waiting to die, suffer no more, welcome home.

Only the searcher
Ever finds
Only the knocker
Ever has the door opened for
On going
Towards
Goings on
Falling so far behind
On the catching up.
Building and storing
Accumulating of what?
Only the Truth
Knocks on the door
Open
And it will enter.
And dine with you
The Truth seeker
and the fact finder
Sitting across a round table
Stacking a couple of chords
While the hickory snaps
In its ember bed.
The over looker
Looks over
Giving and taking
Care.
Cats listening for
Furry things scurrying by
Dog's making his bed
Closer to the stove
But nobody knows
Where nobody goes.
I see you there
All together now
Every sweet spot
Can turn sour
Depending the way
Thought is turned and held
Dog stands up and
Shakes it off
Only the searcher ever finds
Opens the door and dines.

Silence in the city
Means buzzing in my ears
Not like the warm
Blanket of unbroken silence
Out on the foggy mountain pass.
Returning to constant temperature
And smiling faces
Quickly replacing
The sour pusses
On all the red necked gooses.
Big white tail
Like a flag;
Come up on the land
For a month
We won't shoot you
We think you're cute
With your grey mouse ears
All stood up straight
How do you walk throught the snow
When it's over eight feet deep?
Back to streetlight colors splashed off
Rain-soaked streets
As snow above
So rain below
Walking through the valley
Of the shadow
Living in the light
Silence in the city
You got an hour between
The last of the last callers
And the droning streetsweeper
Oh, I can't wait a few months
Until the city plow is smashing its blade
Upon my curb? Shaking my bones?
No, bring on the snow,
Bring on the snow!
I don't ski but shoe
But don't you know
I can still get lost in it
Like a child in a blizzard
Who doesn't come home
Until the sun has
Gone down in flames
Over the icy lake.

froggy on the bath tub
go splish splash
froggy on the bath tub
while she's taking a bath
froggy on the bath tub
jumping on a lily pad
froggy on the bath tub
Don't ya fall in
You'll get all wet
froggy on the bath tub
go splish splash
froggy on the bath tub
while she's taking a bath
I like to listen to her laugh
We ain't never gonna get
Old, ain't no time for that
froggy on the bath tub
while she's taking a bath
forggy on the bath tub
go splish splash
I like to listen to her laugh
I like to listen to her laugh