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atma-sphere, spirit circle (atmosphere)
rings
around
breathers
planet
ringed
by
dances
mm
yes
dances

the very air-ocean floors
dance (where we are, physically found, riding tides)
the waves are completely
dancing, dancers, all
moving
including

we,
in our air-sea-shell bodies
weaving round our soft live
vulnerable tender fragile
brilliance, we breathe cases
all
around
our
actual
life

here

just
here
(feel free please, to touch heart, now, literally, inspire, to be in touch with all inspirational)

breaths weaving
dreams
near
invisibly intending
content
breaths
sheer
veils
dance
round
the creator
breathing
dreamer
weaving
waving breath currents
(showing direction, living moving maps, travels,
labors, pre-birth, creative
beads, each breath, along the necklace, forms, of a lifetime)

currents
to our truest inner
life

self
breathing

breathing
self

rolling
in the swells
relaxing buoyed
living cell, relatively 'microscopic'
in the medium
of life airs
self out

small, but important
cell
cleansed, polished
carried
pushd, hurried, totally changed
in
places
breathed
in
spires

that reach
lift the soul
spirit washing,

way upward,outward

rising so way up
in the great big Eath air-seas ring
surrounding us all

as a blanket of atma-sphere, tucking us
dreamers in, for the night life, of dreamers
and dreams

all star-wrapped
heavens present

until the air-sea-shell rolls, tumbles, drops away
falls at last, a life, a game reclaimed
by the grave inevitable gravity to
below, exhales, re-moves all that
literally inspires, the gift breath ribbons all
untied

spirit player flies up, higher than the waves
unwrapped, unmasked, shells off, as the
now off-stage actor enters, with no make-up

breath present ribbons,
and air-sea-shell-body, that onetime ol'
box lid is now open, to lightness

being

lighter

lighter, lighter

than sweetest inspiring surrounds

(yes, spirit is lighter, than breath, inspiring, expiring, spirit
in the end, returns the layers, the sheer veils, and flies free
untied to the shell of breaths, that we weave, as we go along, live through the currents of air, of this world-globe's atma-sphere --

body
remains
as
air-seas-shell reminding

of the tides of heart, of feeling
truly

alive).

Anywakes!
I now reach for my poet’s cap, the one
with the single perfect, way long, way soft
fluffy, floaty, but strong, elegant and graceful
plume. Aka, heeeeeere’s a poem!

(from the) MERRY GO ROUND!

Well
your hoofs are a-stomping
raining

down

the mud trails

Writing
along

the over & over
single turning page

of the Earth:

punctuating story(-s)
with the wild

language

eating life
eating life
eating life –
with your feet!

Your hard hard run

Steadies

the changing

(run along, getting stronger, stronger)

noise of nothing
soothes

(ah, peaceful interlude, sweet hush
stills, soothes, quiets)

and then rested, relaxed,
you are ready
to run on

as only drumbeats can say

as heartbeats bump and sing

dream beats solid wing

beats

of wind
and mud

and flying

dreams

dreams

-- dreams –

wings of our hearts

and the world

rolls

on

around

and the world
rolls round
itself

turns
another dream

and

the Earth-planet world
view

rolls round
spinning

spinning

‘neath
the reassuring sound

of the wild running on
peace

of the wild running on
in peace

your

grass is sliced and flung
wind is met head on
and the mud

is signed

by the artists –

running…

and the Earth
contented
rolls

a new message—
a new massage, a new
massage

on the Earth’s
back

designs

all new
messages
of
THE MERRY: going round!

(sung to tune of Deep River Blues,
originally arr. And adapted by A.D. “Doc” Watson)

Let us sprout!
Let us grow,
Let us (peas) live,
A whole lot mo’,
‘cause we got those
DEEP SOUP POT BLUES.

Let the waters boil right on
Let the cooks keep choppin’ along,
‘cause we got those
DEEP SOUP POT BLUES.

Give us back
Our old dirt,
We’ll wave to the sun,
Ain’t no one hurt,
‘cause we got those
DEEP SOUP POT BLUES.

Let us sprout!
Let us grow,
Let us live,
A whole lot mo’,
‘cause we got those
DEEP SOUP POT BLUES.

ANXIETY & CITY RHYME, ALWAYS RUSH
TO BE ON TIME
I’M RUNNING FASTER THAN THE TRAIN,
WAY TOO FAST, NO ONE HERE EXPLAINS
MASTER CITY, MASTER CITY.

THEY SAY LESS STRESS IS BEST,
I CONSTANTLY FEEL THE TEST,
IN THE CITY THAT NEVER SLEEPS, OH YEAH,
IT KEEPS ME FROM (ANYTHING LIKE) REST.

ANXIETY & CITY RHYME, ALWAYS RUSH
TO BE ON TIME.
I’M RUNNING FASTER THAN THE TRAIN,
WAY TOO FAST, NO ONE HERE EXPLAINS.
MASTER CITY, MASTER CITY.

YOUR WAY, MY WAY, ANYWAYS,
WHAT’S THE DIFFERENCE….
WE MAKE ALL THE DIFFERENCE
WE CAN, WE MAY, IN THIS POWERFUL PLAY,
MASTER CITY, MASTER CITY.

ANXIETY & CITY RHYME, ALWAYS A RUSH,
I’M ON TIME.
I’M RUNNING FASTER THAN THE TRAIN,
WAY TOO FAST, NO ONE HERE EXPLAINS
MASTER CITY, MASTER CITY,

I’M … ON…TIME….I’M…ON…TIME.

I can’t believe it, I am here
Here I am,
And to make it all even better
You are with me

I mean, you’re really here
With me, you are
With me

Smiling here
We are
Smiling again

Here I am singing
Right here with

The music, the music
has the two of us
Coming free
With it

I am starting to be
In love
With the music
Right here

Here I am, coming to believe
In the music
Of you and me

Oh my Gosh, the music
Is coming out of me
Living the very dream
I was afraid could never be

Here right here you do, you do hear me
And I sing in harmony
With you

You touch me inside
wherever you are
Is right, right here, right here
With me Yeah I am hearing
All this happy music
And it’s me, singing
All out, all out loud

I am here right now
I am with the music
I am here right now I am the music

SO FREE THE MUSIC, SO FREE
THE MUSIC.

Train snakes by
Curving rattle-slides by
The good luck
GOLDEN moon

Never mind
That ol’ silver tune,
We’re talking

GOLD

Above the city,
Beyond the palm’s share
Of good luck

Is
The smile shared
On the way..

(Repeat all.)

It’s been like rushing
In the cemetery
Hey! Let’s not rush
Into anything
Yeah, very!
Let’s not let haste
Make waste
Let’s just be

Relaaaaxed as an elephant
Trunk, a tree trunk’s song,
Not just a travel trunk full of junque,

But, as the sun lit flower
Full of empty space
And time, belongs
Stretching warm
Unseen but felt
As

The sun’s pulse
Measures
(The) days by the bees
And the wet round shine of the dew
And the every tickle of
The pollinating breeze,
Inside the breaths, the breaths of me and you,
inside the breaths, the breaths of our songs.

It’s been like rushing
In the cemetery
Hey! Let’s not rush
Into anything
Yeah, very!
Let’s not let haste
Make waste

Let’s just be

YES moves.
NO proves nothing – nothing.

YES sings.
NO brings nothing – nothing.

YES dances. YES is a chance.
YES is something, and something else.
YES is up to something.

NO dares not. NO is NO. NO is nothing
To you – nothing. NO is final. Don’t ask.

YES is trusting, you and me, YES a moving
Experience.

NO demands nothing, only nothing.
NO way. NO hope. NO NO NO!
NO’s the only door, & that’s locked, on both sides.

YES is all
The open doors and windows, songs and smiles.
YES is definitely the weird-o.

YES is unexpected. YES loves. YES is present.
NO is fear, all about don’t go there. Impossible.

YES is possible. YES is kind, kind of, kind of way
Interesting. YES can, YES can be, breathe it in
Inspiring,

& let out the tired, wired, no more, expired.
NO is uninspired.

YES and NO, NO and YES, each have their places,
Choice places in our ability and opportunity
To make choices. Which way will we do, or undo.
How will we be, flow, or resist, not be.

Are you a YES or a NO, most of the time.
Are you YES! Do you NO?

I took old bread
& fed
birds, &

an artist sketched us,
a lot. The sun shone
right on in, in
our circle
of wings & music.

Birds & me, we
Parted the curtain
Of shadows.

We did, yes, it was us,
Indeed. The birds, the whole
olde worlde
& me.

Yours are the sweetest eyes I ever did see!
Yours are the sweetest, warmest arms
I ever did feel so happy alive in.
Yours is the sweetest heart.
You’re in me for real..
(Hey, you offer what you have, yeah you have you appeal!)
Yours is the sweetest voice
I could ever hope to hear.
Yours are the sweetest lips, so
“Come on over here”!

HOLD ON TO ME
HANG ON TO THE HIGH SEAS
HOLD ON TO YOUR JOYS
WARM ALIVE YEAH
JUST KEEP HOLDING ON TO ME

HANG ON TO YOUR DREAMS
MY DREAMS WILL HOLD ON TOO
THE SEAS WILL SPILL FORTH
GENEROUS BLISS
SMILES SUPREME, BLESSINGS
WARM HAPPY & RICH
SEAL THIS WITH A KISS

HOLD ON, HEY, NOT PUT ON
HOLD. I SURE DON’T LIKE
TO SCOLD, DON’T MEAN TO
BUT BY NOW YOU KNOW
I’M KEEN TO

JUST BE BOLD, HOLD ON
GRATEFUL GLAD, BEFORE
OUR BODIES GROW COLD.
SO LET’S HOLD ON, HOLD ON,
LET’S HOLD ON, HOLD ON –
&, NOT JUST BECAUSE
YOU’VE BEEN TOLD!

You’ve got to
Catch
A little music

With your nets
Of wonder
You’ll want to

As you wander,
Wander
Full filling…

You’ve got to
Snap! Yourself
Awake

To the delights
Float free by
The lake

Yeah, beside
The lakes, aah
And, if

It turns out
That all of this
Life, every single

Moment has been
A mistake
Ah well, ay yi yi

No doubt, ay yi yi
Take your own time
Doing all this wrong

Allright, do your own time
Do your own thing
Make your own time

As you please, caught up
In your own butterfly net
Of wonder

Ah wonder, do wonder
Wonderful fill (along) your
Own way, do wonder,

as you wander, a-ha, oh yeah
you’ve got to, just got to
catch a little music

tra la, hey yeah hey
and then remember
to set it free, yeah-s, sing

yes, then remember
to let us all free,
let the music be free

happy singer,
you’re gonna free
all the music.

There’s a little crack in the sidewalk, in
The path of life. There’s a little crack
And it’s called the world. Have you fallen
In, seen anyone who didn’t make it…who
Exactly has fallen for this, we’ll never know

Nameless, faceless, oh, there’s a little crack
In the sidewalk. Sometimes, it’s all of life,
The only place it seems such bugs, such
Little people (as you and me and all
who matter, really, such bugs, such
Little people) can be, can hide to live.
The crack’s the only place not to get stepped on
Maybe. You get passed over still, still,
there’s a little crack in the sidewalk, and
to some, we might even call it home.

There’s a little crack in the sidewalk of the
Universe, the place in all of possibility
Of reality, it’s tiny, with so very little
Movement and change. No particular progress,
Really. It’s this place, strange in all of deep,
Deep and liteness of space, in space it’s this
Little crack we can claim. We can own that

There’s a little crack, encompassing all our lives
Our life, it’s contained in a small remark, that tiny
Punchline, in a single, little crack. There’s a crack
In the sidewalk, it’s in this crack we make our
Lives, our world, our home. In here, you’ll find us
As you’ll find us, MAKING LOVE.

(There’s a little crack in the sidewalk, in
The path of life. There’s a little crack
And it’s called the world. Have you fallen
In, seen anyone who didn’t make it…who
Exactly has fallen for this, we’ll never know,
But, just that, there’s a little crack, oh HO!)

With unconcerned joy
And fresh tenderness
Your dark eyes light up my night

With sweet directness
Your smile inside guiding me
Your dark eyes light up my night

With listening intensity
Happy reaching happy in touch
That’s the way your dark eyes speak to me
And I receive your light

Your dark eyes alight, alight
Yes, your dark eyes light me in your night
Your dark eyes light up my night

When

You’re sure
Your eyes
Are
For
Cryin’

When
You’ve
Been here
Too long

Feel
You’ll
Run
Outa time
Never get to sing
That song, SING YOUR
SONG

Feel
You’ll
Run
Outa time
Anytime
In no time
At all

That’s
When

You
Got to recall
(yeah, you got
to SING THAT SONG)

you’ve been
called
here

you’re being
called

RIGHT NOW

This is
A call

A great
BIG
WAKE-UP
CALL
and

Not
Just
Any old small call
Not at all!

This is
Yours truly, your call

It is
Time
To SING

There’s just got
To be
TIME

To SING

YOUR SONG.