The Daily ArtistShuffling another week, another ever smaller dollar,Trying to make it rightDecisions, dealing in the days, one, two, three, four, five What kind of hand is this? *poker face* "Crap. Two more cards and maybe we can make something here..."Two of a kind, and we've lost the bet. Negative net worth."Maybe the next hand..."Trying to KNOW what it's about,And days carry bills inside, like hidden ticks, embeddedUnderneath the arm,Bills go out and people marry,Friends divorce, and the obituariesCome through telephones,The caskets lowering slowly, slowly, slowly, down,Trying to bury a set of memories, but they can only stealThe ones that haven't happened yet.And one day when one least expects it,An aircraft hanger door begins to slide...Slide...wider...Click, click, click, the ball bearings roll awake,That gaping hole of habitIn the raw side of the year. And inside is that old, sleek, gleaming silver plane...
MAGIC, FAITH, SCIENCE and WARWe belong to the universe. It has a vast story that encompasses every living process and every non-living one. They are all part of the strong undying spell, and they are, and we are, all connected through historical and everyday magic. We are bound by polar forces, and yet free to move. Through science and religion we seek answers and have found much that makes the world bright and beautiful, and yet sciences and religions barely scratch at the surfaces of the depths of our existence in the great weave of all things, and in the depths of time and space, and as we drill and dig and play with molecules and genes, as we release energy without balancing our books, as we sometimes treat each other as criminals rather than friends, as we lay waste without care, as we look at the heavens and sigh at the beauty and wonder of the messengers who have brought us great Words, and then turn and shoot each other for not sharing our realities, we walk out onto
Children of LightInstitutions all around the worldSeek to gather its magics togetherAnd hold them in sanctumsIn the heart of town,Selfish and dear,And deal them out in tiny measureAs if we were beggars at their door,And in wantOf a shadow of a mirrorOf a mousehole through which to peekAt their camera obscura,Projected hazily on the wall,Completely upside down.Children of light your fertile mindsAre not the fallow fieldsFor tame wheat tithes,And full sheep pens,And fawning at the feet of other men.Stand tall, stand still, and stand your ground,Like the sheltering trees in the world's great lands,For life and love are there for ALL,Each in equal measure,With every other living thing.That which the universe givesTo those with eyesTo find her magics fully formedOn earth as in the heavensAnd interpret them into our mindful souls,The power fresh from the dawn's sweet dew,To take on anything she givesIn any given season,And not to run to hide behindAnybody's robesWith frighten
For YouAll slip through the tears of tidesAll fall down the stairs of airAll we are is in your eyesAll we are is out thereIt's for you I climbed the lightIt's for you I slide awhileIt's for you another nightIt's for you I smileAnd our hands are far apartAnd our hearts are open wideAt the end we reach the startFor another tryAnd those who love to see us fallBut never look to see us flyAre those who only watched us crawlAnd left us there to dieAnd when we got back in the carAnd took another rideWe left the doubters in the dustTo feel a little lost insideIt's for you I climbed the lightIt's for you I slide awhileIt's for you another nightIt's for you I cryWe are shadows in the darknessWe are candles in the sunWe are flowers in the gardenBut together we are only oneNow we walk among the starsBut all our friends are hereAnd all we are is in your eyesAfter all these yearsAll slip through the tears of tidesAll fall down the stairs of airAll we are is in your eyesAl