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Songs of the Mystic

H

Henk

Member
On Starchilds website I found this beauty



I have the power of the universe at my fingertips.
I am the light and the love from the divine source
of all that is. I am free, I am safe, I am loved,
I am one with all around me.

I have faced my fears and confronted them head on
and I have released them and let them go. I have let in
the magic, the light and the love for all to see.

I have found my inner peace and my inner beauty
it is so wonderful, it is my freedom, my being has
been released into the eternity of the universe.

The power comes from within and once you find it,
it is eternal everlasting joy nothing compares. It is the key
to life full of abundance, purity and harmony it is the
way of the divine oneness.

I have been a part of the cosmic plan of the
universe for eternal life and it has unfolded
perfectly and completely around me.

I have been on a rollercoaster ride of emotions highly
charged with interchanging energies. I have so much
pure, free, unconditional love inside of me spilling out of
every part of me. I want to touch the heart of the universe with it.

It is never-ending it keeps on flowing more and more
I embrace it and offer it to you unconditionally,
it is a state of pure bliss.

with love and light Starchild
 
Willamena

Willamena

Just me
Premium Member
Good one, Henk. Here is another from Leonard Cohen. He uses human relationships to analogize his relationship with (a very feminine) God.

I saw you this morning.
You were moving so fast.
Can't seem to loosen my grip
on the past.

And I miss you so much.
There's no one in sight.
And we're still making love
in my secret life...
In my secret life.

I smile when I'm angry.
I cheat and I lie.
I do what I have to do
to get by.

But I know what is wrong.
And I know what is right.
And I'd die for the truth
in my secret life...
In my secret life.

Hold on, hold on, my brother. My sister, hold on tight.
I finally got my orders.

I'll be marching through the morning,
marching through the night,
Moving cross the borders
of my secret life...

Looked through the paper.
Makes you want to cry.
Nobody cares if the people
live or die.

And the dealer wants you thinking
that it's either black or white.
Thank God it's not that simple
in my secret life...
In my secret life.

I bite my lip.
I buy what I'm told:
From the latest hit,
to the wisdom of old.

But I'm always alone.
And my heart is like ice.
And it's crowded and cold
in my secret life...
In my secret life.
 
Willamena

Willamena

Just me
Premium Member
The light came through the window,
straight from the sun above,
and so inside my little room
there plunged the rays of Love.

In streams of light I clearly saw
the dust you seldom see,
out of which The Nameless makes
a name for one like me.

I'll try to say a little more:
Love went on and on
until it reached an open door -
then Love Itself...
Love Itself was gone.

All busy in the sunlight,
the flecks did float and dance,
and I was tumbled up with them
in formless circumstance.

I'll try to say a little more:
Love went on and on
until it reached an open door -
then Love Itself
Love Itself was gone.

Then I came back from where I'd been.
My room, it looked the same -
but there was nothing left between
The Nameless and the name.

All busy in the sunlight
the flecks did float and dance,
and I was tumbled up with them
in formless circumstance.

I'll try to say a little more:
Love went on and on
until it reached an open door -
then Love itself,
Love Itself was gone.

Love Itself was gone.

Love Itself, Leonard Cohen
 
doppelganger

doppelganger

Through the Looking Glass
Learn to Fly, Foo Fighters

Run and tell all of the angels
This could take all night
I think I need a devil
To help me get things right
Hook me up a new revolution
'Cause this one is a lie
Sat around laughin'
And watched the last one die.


I'm looking to the sky to save me
Looking for a sign of life
Looking for something help me burn out bright
I'm looking for complications
Looking 'cause I'm tired of lying
Make my way back home
When I learn to fly.


Think I'm done nursing the patience
I can wait one night
I'd give it all away
If you give me one last try
We'd live happily ever trapped
If you just save my life

Run and tell the angels
That everything's all right,


I'm looking to the sky to save me
Looking for a sign of life
Looking for something help me burn out bright
I'm looking for complications
Looking 'cause I'm tired of trying
Make my way back home
When I learn to fly high.


Fly along with me
I can't quite make it alone
Try to make this life my own.
I'm looking to the sky to save me
Looking for a sign of life
Looking for something help me burn out bright
I'm looking for complications
Looking 'cause I'm tired of lying
Make my way back home
When I learn to fly.
 
doppelganger

doppelganger

Through the Looking Glass
Going up the country, Canned Heat

I'm going up the country, babe don't you wanna go
I'm going up the country, babe don't you wanna go
I'm going to some place where I've never been before
I'm going, I'm going where the water tastes like wine
Well I'm going where the water tastes like wine
We can jump in the water, stay drunk all the time
I'm gonna leave this city, got to get away
I'm gonna leave this city, got to get away
All this fussing and fighting, man, you know I sure can't stay
Now baby, pack your leaving trunk, you know we've got to leave today
Just exactly where we're going I cannot say, but We might even leave
the USA 'Cause there's a brand new game that I want to play
No use of you running, or screaming and crying
'Cause you've got a home as long as I've got mine
 
doppelganger

doppelganger

Through the Looking Glass
And one more (I was on the Ipod tonight)

If These Are The Things, Tracy Chapman

If these are the things that
Dreams are made of
Why don't I dream
Anymore
I've tried to tell myself
Nothing's changed my dear
But I look around me
And think maybe that's not so

I only have nightmares
And wake up with cold sweat
Coming through my pores

Why don't I dream anymore

I'm in the garden
All the trees bear fruit
I have to pick them before they fall
I finally grab one
I hold it in my hand
I open it up
It's rotten to the core

Why don't I dream anymore

If these are the things that
Dreams are made of
Why don't I dream
Anymore

We lose our patience
Lose our trust
Yes we lose our innocence
To forget our sorrow and hide our pain
We lose old memories
But dreams are what life's worth living for

I wish I could dream
Once more

I'm in the garden
All the trees bear fruit
I have to pick them before they fall
I finally grab one
I hold it in my hand
I open it up
It's rotten to the core

Why don't I dream anymore

If these are the things that
Dreams are made of
Why don't I dream anymore

I've tried to tell myself
It's all for the best my dear
But I look around me and think
Maybe that's not so

I only have nightmares
Wake up in a cold sweat
Have I become as corrupt
As all I abhor

I'm in the garden
All the trees bear fruit
I have to pick them before they fall
I finally grab one
I hold it in my hand
I open it up
It's rotten to the core

Why don't I dream anymore

If these are the things that
Dreams are made of
If these are the things that
Dreams are made of
If these are the things that
Dreams are made of

I don't want anymore
 
doppelganger

doppelganger

Through the Looking Glass
Cass Elliott (of "The Mamas and the Papas"), "Make Your Own Kind of Music"

Nobody can tell ya;
There's only one song worth singin'.
They may try and sell ya,
'cause it hangs them up
to see somone like you.

But you've gotta make your own kind of music
sing your own special song,
make your own kind of music even if nobody
else sing along.

So if you cannot take my hand,
and if you must be goin',
I will understand.

You're gonna be knowing
the loneliest kind of lonely.
It may be rough goin',
just to do your thing's
the hardest thing to do.

But you've gotta make your own kind of music
sing your own special song,
make your own kind of music even if nobody
else sings along.

So if you cannot take my hand,
and if you must be goin',
I will understand.

You gotta make your own kind of music
sing your own special song,
make your own kind of music even if nobody
else sings along.
 
Willamena

Willamena

Just me
Premium Member
I started a joke, which started the whole world crying,
but I didn't see that the joke was on me, oh no.

I started to cry, which started the whole world laughing,
oh, if I'd only seen that the joke was on me.

I looked at the skies, running my hands over my eyes,
and I fell out of bed, hurting my head from things that I'd said.

Til I finally died, which started the whole world living,
oh, if I'd only seen that the joke was on me.

I looked at the skies, running my hands over my eyes,
and I fell out of bed, hurting my head from things that I'd said.

'Til I finally died, which started the whole world living,
oh, if I'd only seen that the joke was one me.

I Started a Joke, by James and Kelly Reed, popularized by the BeeGees
 
EtuMalku

EtuMalku

Abn Iblis ابن إبليس
There was a boy
A very strange enchanted boy
They say he wandered very far, very far
Over land and sea
A little shy and sad of eye
But very wise was he

And then one day
A magic day he passed my way
And while we spoke of many things
Fools and kings
This he said to me
"The greatest thing you'll ever learn
Is just to love and be loved in return"
 
Guitar's Cry

Guitar's Cry

Disciple of Pan
REM's "Find The River"

YouTube - REM - Find The River

"Hey now, little speedyhead,
The read on the speedmeter says
You have to go to task in the city.
Where people drown and people serve.
Don't be shy. Your just deserve
is only just light years to go.

Me, my thoughts are flower strewn
Ocean storm, bayberry moon.
I have got to leave to find my way.
Watch the road and memorize
This life that pass before my eyes.
Nothing is going my way."
 
doppelganger

doppelganger

Through the Looking Glass
Paul Simon, "She Moves On"

I feel good
It's a fine day
The way the sun hits off the runway
A cloud shifts
The plane lifts
She moves on

But feel the bite
Whenever you believe that
You'll be lost and love will find you
When the road bends
And the song ends
She moves on

I know the reason I
Feel so blessed
My heart still splashes
Inside my chest, but she
She is like a top
She cannot stop
She moves on

A sympathetic stranger
Lights a candle in the middle of the night
Her voice cracks
She jumps back
But she moves on

She says ''Ooh my storybook lover
You have underestimated my power
As you shortly will discover''

Then I fall to my knees
Shake a rattle at the skies
I'm afraid that I'll be taken
Abandoned, forsaken
In her cold coffee eyes

She can't sleep now
The moon is red
She fights a fever
She burns in bed
She needs to talk so
We take a walk
Down in the maroon light

She says ''Maybe these emotions are
As near to love as love will ever be''
So I agree

Then the moon breaks
She takes the corner that's all she takes
She moves on

She says ''Ooh my storybook lover
You have underestimated my power
As you shortly will discover''

Then I fall to my knees
I grow weak, I go slack
As if she captured the breath of my
voice in a bottle
And I can't catch it back

But I feel good
It's a fine day
The way the sun hits off the runway
A cloud shifts
The plane lifts
She moves on
 
Willamena

Willamena

Just me
Premium Member
Boogie Street
Leonard Cohen


O Crown of Light, O Darkened One,
I never thought we'd meet.
You kiss my lips, and then it's done:
I'm back on Boogie Street.

A sip of wine, a cigarette,
and then it's time to go.
I tied up the kitchenette,
I tuned the old banjo.
I'm wanted at the traffic jam,
they're saving me a seat.
I'm what I am, and what I am
is back on Boogie Street.

And O my love, I still recall
the pleasures that we knew;
the river and the waterfall,
wherein I bathed with you.
Bewildered by your beauty there,
I kneel to dry your feet.
By such instruction you prepare
a man for Boogie Street.

O Crown of Light, O Darkened One,
I never thought we'd meet.
You kiss my lips, and then it's done:
I'm back on Boogie Street.

So come, my friends, be not afraid,
we are so lightly here.
It is in love that we are made;
in love we disappear.
Though all the maps of blood and flesh
are posted on the door,
There's no one who has told us, yet,
what Boogie Street is for.

O Crown of Light, O Darkened One,
I never thought we'd meet.
You kiss my lips, and then it's done:
I'm back on Boogie Street.

A sip of wine, a cigarette,
and then it's time to go...
 
EtuMalku

EtuMalku

Abn Iblis ابن إبليس
STATION to STATION - David Bowie

The return of the thin white duke
Throwing darts in lovers eyes
Here are we, one magical moment, such is the stuff
From where dreams are woven
Bending sound, dredging the ocean, lost in my circle
Here am I, flashing no colour
Tall in this room overlooking the ocean

Here are we, one magical movement from Kether to Malkuth
There are you, drive like a demon from station to station
The return of the thin white duke, throwing darts in lovers eyes
The return of the thin white duke, throwing darts in lovers eyes
The return of the thin white duke, making sure white stays

Once there were mountains on mountains
And once there were Sunbirds to soar with
And once I could never be down
Got to keep searching and searching
Oh, what will I be believing and who will connect me with love?
Wonderful, wonderful, wonder when
Have you sought fortune, evasive and shy?
Drink to the men who protect you and I
Drink, drink, drain your glass, raise your glass high

Its not the side-effects of the cocaine
I'm thinking that it must be love
Its too late - to be grateful
Its too late - to be late again
Its too late - to be hateful
The European cannon is here

I must be only one in a million
I wont let the day pass without her
Its too late - to be grateful
Its too late - to be late again
Its too late - to be hateful
The European cannon is here

Should I believe that Ive been stricken?
Does my face show some kind of glow?
Its too late - to be grateful
Its too late - to be late again
Its too late - to be hateful
The European cannon is here, yes its here
Its too late
Its too late, its too late, its too late, its too late

The European cannon is here
 
YmirGF

YmirGF

Bodhisattva in Recovery
That is All - George Harrison from "Living in the Material World"

That is all I want to say
Our love could save the day
That is all I'm waiting for
To try to love you more -

- and that is all I want to do
To get right next to you
That is all I'm living for,
Your love and nothing more
And that is all

Times I find it hard to say
With useless words getting in my way
Silence often says much more
Than trying to say what's been
said before.

That is all I want from you
A smile when I feel blue

That is all I'm waiting for
Your love and nothing more

And that is all

Silence often says much more
Than trying to say what's been
said before.
But that is all I want to do
To give my love to you
That is all I'm living for,
Please let me love you more - and
that is all
 
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