the pattern observing the pattern
made some more progress on the lyrics i was working on in my last post.
so the source is creating the cosmos
and the stars so that we can evolve and
reach out
through infinity seeking each other
to connect and create one another
and all
when the moons and the stars and the planets
were behaving like sirens and bandits
we fell
through an age of unbreakable darkness
and a space of unstoppable farness
(or none)
the moon children were singing so lovely
by the starlight they warned us of something
below
so the earth, she created emotion
to respond to the wonder, the ocean
of love (and static)
and emotion was poured into language
and religion and culture and anguish
and art
we're connected in ways we can't measure
or describe - we're not made of the head
or the heart
we're the pattern observing the pattern
reaching out of the context (the matter)
and calling (out loud)
for the ghost of the moment inside us
for the source of our longing, our sighing
and all (we're all)
when i let myself trust what i'm seeing
words like here, there, and now have no meaning
at all
and the line from the past to the future
isn't real it's just part of our culture,
our walls
don't give in! don't give up! don't be lazy!
play your part! do your art and be crazy!
and matter!
be yourself and keep thinking and learning
don't forget you're the pattern discerning
the pattern
... dig the flow of the punctuated prose:
so the source is creating the cosmos and the stars, so that we can evolve and reach out through infinity, seeking each other to connect and create one another and all. when the moons and the stars and the planets were behaving like sirens and bandits, we fell through an age of unbreakable darkness and a space of unstoppable farness (or none). the moon children were singing so lovely by the starlight. they warned us of something below. so the earth, she created emotion to respond to the wonder, the ocean of love (and static). and emotion was poured into language and religion and culture and anguish and art. we're connected in ways we can't measure or describe. we're not made of the head or the heart. we're the pattern observing the pattern: reaching out of the context (the matter) and calling (out loud) for the ghost of the moment inside us, for the source of our longing, our sighing, and all. (we're all.) when i let myself trust what i'm seeing, words like 'there', 'here', and 'now' have no meaning at all. and the line from the past to the future isn't real; it's just part of our culture, our walls. don't give in! don't give up! don't be lazy! play your part, do your art and be crazy! and matter! be yourself, and keep thinking and learning. don't forget you're the pattern discerning the pattern.
now if only i can come up with an interesting bridge to keep people from falling to sleep...
so the source is creating the cosmos
and the stars so that we can evolve and
reach out
through infinity seeking each other
to connect and create one another
and all
when the moons and the stars and the planets
were behaving like sirens and bandits
we fell
through an age of unbreakable darkness
and a space of unstoppable farness
(or none)
the moon children were singing so lovely
by the starlight they warned us of something
below
so the earth, she created emotion
to respond to the wonder, the ocean
of love (and static)
and emotion was poured into language
and religion and culture and anguish
and art
we're connected in ways we can't measure
or describe - we're not made of the head
or the heart
we're the pattern observing the pattern
reaching out of the context (the matter)
and calling (out loud)
for the ghost of the moment inside us
for the source of our longing, our sighing
and all (we're all)
when i let myself trust what i'm seeing
words like here, there, and now have no meaning
at all
and the line from the past to the future
isn't real it's just part of our culture,
our walls
don't give in! don't give up! don't be lazy!
play your part! do your art and be crazy!
and matter!
be yourself and keep thinking and learning
don't forget you're the pattern discerning
the pattern
... dig the flow of the punctuated prose:
so the source is creating the cosmos and the stars, so that we can evolve and reach out through infinity, seeking each other to connect and create one another and all. when the moons and the stars and the planets were behaving like sirens and bandits, we fell through an age of unbreakable darkness and a space of unstoppable farness (or none). the moon children were singing so lovely by the starlight. they warned us of something below. so the earth, she created emotion to respond to the wonder, the ocean of love (and static). and emotion was poured into language and religion and culture and anguish and art. we're connected in ways we can't measure or describe. we're not made of the head or the heart. we're the pattern observing the pattern: reaching out of the context (the matter) and calling (out loud) for the ghost of the moment inside us, for the source of our longing, our sighing, and all. (we're all.) when i let myself trust what i'm seeing, words like 'there', 'here', and 'now' have no meaning at all. and the line from the past to the future isn't real; it's just part of our culture, our walls. don't give in! don't give up! don't be lazy! play your part, do your art and be crazy! and matter! be yourself, and keep thinking and learning. don't forget you're the pattern discerning the pattern.
now if only i can come up with an interesting bridge to keep people from falling to sleep...