Edward Durand

Wrapped in cloth, can't feel the wind.
It rains, yet I remain outside,
Not trapped within cold hard finite walls,
the mind reduced to finity,
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My mother is the Earth,
my father is the Sun,
I resonate in harmony with both;
and blossom as the energies unite
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How beautiful the people's hearts
How unabsurd the madness
How free the bird, how at peace the tree
Words cannot convey the awe and majesty
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The human radio-receivers move with the flow,
The eagle bears the water from the moon,
And the sun, moon and star
Are relationships with the universe.
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Weeping willow by the water
Whisper your story to me
A song of love and peace
Here for all to see
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The flower blossoms
the heart applauds
the Sun feeds them both not I
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The lamb dances in the garden
and the eagle sings its song to heaven
from the outreaching branches of the apple tree
and in the earth the heart of the amethyst
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Already with thee, tender is the night
already with thee, life is some surprise
Open to wonder, full of wonder, wonderful
with real eyes we see beyond the bull
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I ran through dreams of hidden lands
To greener pastures of the mind
To deep-locked ancient memories
The world held little truth for me
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The tears of angels fall to earth
To wash the sins of mortal birth
And nourish a tree to give sacred fruit
That eating will give the divine truth
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The river spirals back to sea
She flows past trees and fields of green
Past mountains that stand in glory
Over rocks that tell their story
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Infused with heart the throat vibrates
The star anointed on the brow
The lamb shows the path to heavens' gates
We're there for there is only now
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To ride the universe moving through us
Being the flowers and the weeds
Tasting and blossoming ourselves
Or being the chair and the cup of tea
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