Songs and Poetry etc.

Pocket full of air

1 Look into the fire and see the flame of hope is burning
look into the flame and see that hope is riding on a
horse called change, it gallops to the dawn, the dawn of change

2 Listen to the sound of silence, reaching every land like wireless
tuning in to source its passage, tapping into one compassion
change it comes, where silence flows


Bridge of harmony, spanning many cultured shores
many paths lead, to your gorge
souls are dancing, on the changing cultured floor
hearts are changing, at their core


chorus) Change comes around, in cycles it goes on
its so na__tural, it just goes on and on
why do we fear, change when it is near
its all__, always going on
digging in the heels, when change is getting near
no cha___nge, is a pocket full of air

3 Look into yourself and light the flame of hope its dancing
look into the flame and see that hope is flying on the
wings of change we're gliding to the dawn, the dawn of change

4 Look into the pool and see your own reflection dancing
look into the face and see that light is shinning from you're
eyes their looking at the coming dawn, the dawn of change

Winter melody, ringing in our ears now fades
birds are singing, a different song
planets dancing, to the cosmic symphony
never ending, life goes on


chorus) Change comes around, in cycles it goes on
its so na__tural, it just goes on and on
why do we fear, change when it is near
its all__, always going on
digging in the heels, when change is getting near
no cha___nge, is a pocket full of air

We came into this world pure (I could put "maybe" after everything but it would get boring), and we expressed ourselves with trust and faith that we could ("maybe") run on auto pilot, freely expressing and interacting without having to check whether this and that is "pc" or 'sc'. We now find ourselves dealing with a run away mind which, left to run on auto pilot, could become something of a runaway train. There may be the need to apply the reverse thrust and slowly bring the mind under control. Whatever our relationship with the "Brahmin Clan", we all face this.

If I just switch off and allow auto pilot to run without checking in any way, or acknowledging the existence of the conscious entity which I am, ill my consciousness rise anyway over time naturally in the way that Spring will soon go into Summer? I could not ask the question unless I HAD applied the brake to some degree at some point. Acknowledged that I do exist, and create thoughts constantly, 'I am breathing', kind of thing. I can also view the end and beginning from here. Will the "deities" have any awareness of end/ beginning? Is it not this sort of thing that they write songs and poetry etc about? (i don't know, I am not asking in the Bap Dada Murli type way).

So the mind festers the longer it is left, ignored. I think, because I can, but cant say that "I am" unless I have faced the self. Let us just say that there was no griping going on when the honey was poured over the soul. So we are then left to stand on our own two feet to some degree. You know, these two feet in the sand? It is definitely footprints which should be in the sand and not heads.

Cultivating LOVE should yield a good crop. Perhaps all too often, our awareness is that of LOVE being an option rather than a necessity. We are LOVE. Why is LOVE in prison? A glass prison? Could LOVE escape any time?

don't hide your love away, it lives deep inside
good things may come our way, in a matter of time
we're at the start of a rainbow, where the colours leave the ground
like lotus flowers in a mud pool, heads above the ground

and we're living life, ethereal, Golden Age
lets make things wonderful, utopia, golden age_
lets make things wonderful, etherial, golden age_
lets make things wonderful, superbia, golden age_

don't hide your love away, we cant keep it down
we cant hide our love away, it wants to dance now
see the garden of roses, everyone a different flower
many different fragrances, make the world a special place
and we're planting seeds, that will turn to flowers, golden age_
lets make things wonderful, utopia, golden age_
lets make things wonderful,etherial, Golden Age
lets make things wonderful, superbia, Golden Age
its wonderful, its wonderful ...

This about says it all if you are a spouse with a Honeymoon BK, (have changed a couple of words to suit). It is not just about celibacy, and the BK organization knows full well how to kill a relationship. It is about intimacy between two people and a commitment to each other. Their aim is to destroy, that which they do so successfully. "Goodbye my lover" by James Blunt

Did I disappoint you or let you down?
Should I be feeling guilty or let the judges frown?
'Cause I saw the end before we'd begun,
Yes I saw you were blinded and I knew I had won.
So I took what's mine by eternal right.
Took your soul out into the night.
It may be over but it won't stop there,
I am here for you if you'd only care.
You touched my heart you touched my soul.
You changed my life and all my goals.
And love is blind and that I knew when,
My heart was blinded by you.
I've kissed your lips and held your head.
Shared your dreams and shared your bed.
I know you well, I know your smell.
I've been addicted to you.

Goodbye my lover.
Goodbye my friend.
You have been the one.
You have been the one for me.

I am a dreamer but when I wake,
You cannot break my spirit - it's my dreams you take.
And as you move on, remember me,
Remember us and all we used to be
I've seen you cry, I've seen you smile.
I've watched you sleeping for a while.
I'd be the mother of your child.
I'd spend a lifetime with you.
I know your fears and you know mine.
We've had our doubts but we're not fine,
And I love you, I swear that's true.
I cannot live without you.

Goodbye my lover.
Goodbye my friend.
You have been the one.
You have been the one for me.

And I still hold your hand in mine.
In mine when I am asleep.
And I will bear my soul in time,
When I am kneeling at your feet.
Goodbye my lover.
Goodbye my friend.
You have been the one.
You have been the one for me.
I am so hollow, baby, I am so hollow.
I am so, I am so, I am so hollow.