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Thousand Eyes
05:05
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Through all this, the mulberries
keep on ripening.
Their thousand eyes
bursting with blind rapture
seeking only to be plucked,
devoured, seed spread
the birds leave their marks
purple paint
as far as they fly.
I have no choice,
it would be a sin to let these fruits fall
and rot
so through my grief I pick them
singing
or wailing
all the while feeding on sweetness
what else can I do?
I'm alive.
Through all this, the mulberries
keep on ripening
nourished by the soil you put here
beside the house you built here
and life dances, careens and blunders on.
We cannot stop it,
though you're gone.
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2. |
Hold To
04:42
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Hold
Sane, as chaos rages
Sight, as mindless blinds
Free while greed burns beyond any stop sign
Hold cool, as calamity tantrums to sphere fever
True, while lies, the laws of physics deny
Hold, hold to what we love and why
Whither will fall the sky
Whither will rise the tide
No more can we hide
Hold to, give rise
Hold to with shining minds
Our trial is of no less scale than LOTR, jedis.
Hold to, Hold, hold to!
Hark our scientists, sages,
First Nations, to steer us true
to our wrongs undo, to find ways anew
Phosphorescent hearts beat in the dark to the drum
of a song in rhyme
with battle songs of eld, songs for all time.
Hold, fight the nothing, never-ending story
This precipice we climb to doom or glory
Hold to, Hold to, Hold
Sane as chaos rages
Sight, as mindless blinds
Free as greed burns beyond any stop sign
Lai dai Lai dai….
Whither will fall the sky
And whither will rise the tide
No more can we hide.
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3. |
Rain
04:17
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Those dry days etched to my core
Dust, ash, ash, dust
The horror of loss under the glare of an indifferent sun
From those dry leaves burst flames.
Forever now I love rain
I crave the peace of the earth
as, passively, she receives this gentle gift from the sky.
Forever these endless drops will be my tears
My solace, comfort, yearning fulfilled.
Though I know too, water can be fierce
It can rage, swallow, drown.
However our small minds think we rule,
Nature will always, always
Have her last word.
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4. |
The Last Ones
02:53
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Do they know,
the ones who will go?
Another last one breathes it’s last,
innocent and alone.
If they know,
do they fear?
When the last ones give their last
and resign their existence here.
Why, dear?
Why, dear?
Must more go?
Can’t we turn this around soon enough?
oh, oh! oh…..
What’s done will be done
while the earth round the sun
dances her arcs
as moon tags along.
Where have they gone,
the ones who have gone?
Some to be remembered,
and some we have never known!
Known, known, un-known,
Known, known, un-known,
Gone, gone, gone.
All gone, gone, oh, gone.
Oh, ones!
Oh, ones!
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5. |
Earth to Humans
02:42
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Come down.
Oh, to take, dear,
without limit, death you ask for.
You may despise she who birthed your pain
and all the un-born who fear what follows you.
Come down,
I can’t bear to give more
I’m so pressured
Come of age, now,
Mend our web so fragile
Come into my arms
come so gladly,
on down.
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6. |
Panel Painting I
02:59
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I am wide eyed
split second glimpse
revelation
of never-before-seen play
jostling life
wonder
wonderful
full, burst,
a bursting
a dance
upon the screen of the infinite.
This is truly seeing,
Thank you for giving me fresh eyes now
You wash my thoughts clear.
Wide eyed.
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7. |
Til the Skies
04:04
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Oh when,
til the skies fall down on our heads?
Oh when,
til the seas, acetous, die?
Gonna sail on a raft of driftwood
Upon it a small shrine
And then?
Still my hands are tied.
Now all I long for is sanctuary.
Once, bloated with self-repletion,
harried by crisis, then lacking volition
I withered, saddened.
Humbled now, as I am, all I can wish for is silence
All I hope for is sanctuary
and shelter and fodder for the winged and the leafed and the earthed and watered, and those I love
To witness the wonder as long as it all and I can last,
oh what shall pass?
Oh when,
Til the skies fall down on our heads.
Oh when,
Til the seas, acetous, die.
Gonna sail on a raft of driftwood
Upon it a small shrine
And then?
Will my tears run dry?
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8. |
Full Sail At Last
03:19
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Can I call her ‘Duty’?
She’s been waiting with her sister, the Muse
on the doorstep since a quarter past two
with nothing to lose.
How long have I crouched here, eyes covered,
cowering in the corner, quaking with fear?
She’s done counting years,
a tap on my shoulder, a whisper in my ear
away with my mask
she glares me full in the face
and through my tears I ask;
‘Duty, Sweet Duty, what am I to do?’
She says:
‘All things precious, all at stake.
Nothing and no time to lose’.
Suddenly, salt wind whipping my hair
I feel the storm heaving
There’s pirates seizing treasures
greedy vandals!
And there’s no leaving.
I shout into the tempest
‘Oh Friends, friends where thou art?’
They're busy mending the splintered mast
Can we carry on full sail at last?
I hold fast, get to task,
and they show me the way.
‘Who says we are sinking?’ they say.
‘We are bailing like hell,
re-nailing the hull.
Fling away those pirates,
We’re ringing the bell!’
Sweet Duty, blessed Muse,
dear Friends, our Crew,
Hold fast!
All things precious, all at stake.
Nothing and no time to lose.
All things precious, all at stake.
Nothing and no time to lose.
To where and what ends?
We cannot choose
but to sail full mast.
Full sail at last, friends, full sail at last!
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9. |
Another Story
03:36
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I cast a spell on myself
a long long time ago.
I avalanched the wellspring
with my ugly troll, ego.
In a bad dream forgot my name
barked up wrong trees, false turns.
A hero may weep, may writhe, climb steep
sleep deep, to awake, to thirst.
The troll hid and feasted well
on this theatre of mine, full blown.
How could I have lost my wellspring?
was I blind, how could I know?
Oh, I searched far, and wide,
oh I tried, as the wind changed and tide turned.
Is what’s lost same as the innocence I held too close, then spurned?
I thirsted, I thirsted, I thirsted..
If I stop still and listen
I can follow the bell-like sound,
find rushes and moss and ferns so soft
So green, sweet, clean, aglow.
And my heart, barren? No!
I just lost my way
and the story is that I’ve come upon the wellspring again
and I’ve cupped my hands to the flow.
Drink deep, now, drink deep, now,
drink deep, sweet, drink deep,
it’s been here all along.
I cast a spell on myself
a long long time, ago.
I avalanched a wellspring.
Isn't this how most stories go?
The losing, getting lost,
the journey to find, return.
And the fun in the telling is
the journey to find, return.
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10. |
From the Ether
02:09
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my hands are empty.
i henceforth hold space
for all the poems to be penned
paintings to be painted
shapes to be woven
songs to be sung
let's pluck them from the ether
like plenty of ripe fruit,
rest our fears
feast our eyes and ears
on what we share everywhere, there, and here
one day
I want to sing
some songs
with you.
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11. |
It's Fairly
03:11
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Well, you keep me in laughter
medicine man, keep me dosed daily, oh!
It's fairly? Oh?
When you tease the task master
she crumples, drops lock and key.
And I fly, I fly, oh!
But I can't crack a simple joke
Pathways are mazy
There, your well known talent
Here my worn disability
Old dog, new trick, hazy.
And I can hardly wait to hold you, Ry
and love you so completely for the rest of our laughs
and I hope
it's fairly
for thee?
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You who stepped into the looking glass
and peered sheer over steep cliffs
you sail charting beyond edge of dark waters
steeped,
drawing lines past here
to never side of moon been, and carry back moon beam
To lean into melodies clear and clean
only you hear.
Flare, behold, wonder, wander there.
You beam pure, through everywhere, no-where
and weave shapes from air.
You of courage, better half of sister twin
Could I but manifest half your ferocious rail!
Have you forgiven?
Such heaviness binding you leave behind
in your rainbow wake
and longer linger for anger’s sake
you, beloved, trail nothing less than shining
beloved, in becoming,
here, now, in finding.
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Mirabai Peart Portland, Oregon
Mirabai Peart's music emerges from experimentations with viola and voice. Her music, given agency by her classical training, is navigated to its true north by folk influences that run deep.
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