he was breathing me in,
during the blackest night of my soul.
Quietly, he did tiptoe,
night after night after night.
Boldy, he did lean close,
breathing in my rhythm, my joy.
Note after note after note,
peeling away my songs;
making my music his own.
Skilled precision, no remorse.
Waking each day
that I was slowly disappearing.
One note at a time carried by a fading breath.
In the black of the night, he did come.
One by one by one,
until he held all my songbooks,
and I held none.
He left no trace, not even an empty page
to bleed onto or to start again.
Without my music, I did step
into each day, which became
the next and the next and the next.
No song in my heart, just static.
Then it happened, not all at once,
but one by one by one,
the notes floated in
to a heart that needs music to live.
It took time to arrange the notes
and rebuild the songs,
that I feared were long gone.
Fear and sorrow replaced with joy,
for the notes are now anchored deep within.
Oh, heavenly bliss to feel my songs,
to delight in the dance again.
Take my hands and join me
in the dance of life –
the joyful cosmic spin!
Sharing more love from my Mike Love, “Babylon Control” Happy Hour dance from two weeks ago (video below). My share is the beginning of his long song and the last I will share from this blurry video. 😁 Turn up the music and dance! Thank you for visiting. Take care of yourself; the holiday season can be filled with joy and wonder, but it can can also be a challenging and melancholy time for many. Be well. 💗 Michele
Thank you to Masticadores Spain for publishing my “Living Green and Dancing with Love” post. 💚
“Babylon Control” by Mike Love (dance excerpt)
I dreamt last night that the end had come
I was searching everywhere for food, but there was none
Bodies laying burned in the midday sun
Nowhere to hide
Nowhere to run
I went to the city but the city was gone
Irradiated with hatred and destroyed by a bomb
Behold the brilliant colors of the nuclear dawn
But there is no song
All has gone wrong
And when I awoke I could clearly see
The seeds of this vision Jah had given me
Planted deep within these aristocracies
Power and greed
So wake up, to the fact that they’re controlling you
Whether or not your doing what you want to do
The system that we are living in is doomed, Oh!
Jah knows it’s true
And I man, I know it’s true
And I’m just telling you this
Because I love you breddren!
Through and through I man true, until the very end
The sweeter the kiss
The stronger the poison!
And this is the reason that I idrens
Are dying for nothing
Oh, It’s Babylon control
It’s Hollywood mind control
They target the youth
I’ll show you the proof
Come on see the truth
It’s written on I am man soul
On I am man soul, yeah
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