Monday, October 31, 2011

double take



BRETT DENNEN 
"I Asked When"
Well, I dreamed I went out wandering
I heard promises become fables forgotten
I saw bridges stretching out across the water
And towers pushing taller 
I knew my reality was clearly defined
By the fences put up around my mind
I watched them thicken into walls over time
Taller than any borderline
I saw civilizations deemed insignificant
I saw people's history tattooed upon their skin
I saw families taken from their land
Dynasty shattered and stolen

And I asked when is the revolution
I asked when is the revolution

And all the burdens the centuries accrue
That get passed along to every generations youth
And all the allegories told in lewd truth
I watched them grow wild and spread like a flu
I saw the rise of an untamed industry
And I watched machines print a paper economy
I saw my own self stand right in front of me
And I didn't do a thing.ed_
]I saw poisons pushed in the street
And prescription pills mingling in the mezzanine
With a whole wealth of doctors and pharmaceutical companies
Still poor people were dying from disease

And I asked when is the revolution
I asked when is the revolution
I asked when is the revolution
I asked when is the revolution

And I broke down at the break of dawn
And saw looming in the clouds above the Pentagon
As he re-lives the holocaust as strong as the parkin' on
Visions [Incomprehensible] Vietnam
And I stood silent upon the flooded levee
Stared at the ruins of a merchant city
And the president who came to dine with the noble, he
He didn't do a thing
I saw three ships come sailing in
Through the passage of the Caribbean
I saw children coming home in coffins
Millions marching on Washington

And I asked when is the revolution
I asked when is the revolution
I asked when, when is the revolution
I asked when is the revolution



BEN SOLLEE

I saw God by the river
Panning for gold
I saw God by the river
Weary and old
He said; Son, I used to know where I put things,
I used to know
I saw God in the forest
Teaching Tai Chi to the trees
In the wind And bowing to the seas
He said; Son,I used to know where I put things,
I used to know
I saw God on the mountain
Tearing at the sky
I saw God on the mountain
With tears in his eyes
He said; Son, I used to know where I put things,
I used to know
I could have shown you all the beauty in the world
but now I need you to show me
Yes, show me




Saturday, October 29, 2011

Sister Taegan






 We seek not rest, but transformation.  
We are dancing through each other as doorways.
-Marge Piercy



















Thursday, October 27, 2011

My own reflective consciousness






 
 

 







Now we sit
silent in the closet
of our room
after brushing our teeth
and making the bed

As we sit
I remain quiet 
as not to intrude
Absorbed in stillness
to notice your breath

I watch you sit
tall and plumb
like a radiant statue 
on a blue green cushion
no larger than a serving plate

As you sit
your hands splay open 
fingers turned slightly up
on the tops of your knees
as if to carry folded sheets

we sit restrained
witnessing transformation
attending a sacred communion
to arrive in meditation

we sit
like foam on a still pond 
watching sparrows migrate
extending each moment 
shared between us

now, I sit alone 
for you have wandered
down the alleys and trails 
chasing thoughts
I have released

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