When Ignorance comes shadows fall where they may without you

Unconsciousness knocks as I open the door

To the constant drums of distraction

And then there is a bridge...and then there is...

Every time the light grows dim

And still we usher in faith there is a bridge

     

This life… would be spent running like a rat

on the wheel of illusion without you.

Deaf, blind and numb begging for some crumbs

Lost on the trail thru the woods, thru the woods without you.

And then there is a bridge...and then there is…

Every time anger comes knocking at our door

And still we usher in peace there is a bridge.

This heart… would be looking for a door like a ship searching for a shore

Tossed by the waves without the anchor of your love.

And then there is a bridge...and then there is…

Every time we face the squalls, we face the squalls

We face the squalls of hate

And still we usher in love there is a bridge.

Every time the light grows dim

And still we usher in faith there is a bridge. 

Never you shall I abandon

In fact

I will carry you in from the cold

You may not know it yet

But you house a perfect treasure

So come in, come in, won’t you come in...come in from the cold.

Never the door shall I lock

In fact I will give to you my keys

To cross the threshold that your heart so softly whispers through

Come in, come in, won’t you come in...come in from the cold.

Never your cry shall I refuse my love harbors all the seas

If you should sail the great divide still you I am beside

I am the breath your ship always has access too,

I am the infinite inside you. The infinite inside.

Never your faults shall I address

For this is not the “you” of interest

There is a dance under your steps and a passion under the drum

There is a song of longing that only the heart can strum

Never your cry shall I refuse my love harbors all the seas

If you should sail the great divide still you I am beside

I am the breath your ship always has access too,

I am the infinite inside you. The infinite inside.

If I am a king and my mind is the kingdom

What kind of ruler am I?

Do I govern my thoughts or do I simply attack

Do I crush every opposing view so my fears don’t bite back?

If I am a king and my body is the land

What kind of sovereign am I?

Preoccupied by conflict or am I in a place of peace

Am I serene in the midst of chaos before my oppositions cease?

Do I have the courage to say,

I am simple, I am fragile,

and from this I gather strength

I may be bruised, but I’m agile,

so I know I can go the length.

If I am a king and my heart is the province

What kind of guardian am I?

Do I hide my vulnerability or do I ware it on my sleeve

Wear it even when my confidence suddenly takes leave?

Do I have the courage to say…

I am simple, I am fragile,

and from this I gather strength

I may be bruised, but I’m agile,

so I know I can go the length

If I am a king and my hands are the country

What kind of builder am I?

Are my stones made of love are they strong even when I break

Or do I point and blame the mason who leaves me crumbling in my wake?

Do I have the courage to say…

I am simple, I am fragile,

and from this I gather strength

I may be bruised, but I’m agile,

so I know I can go the length.

Let’s just walk away from the ruins of anger 

And far from the ashes of grief

There is a sea of understanding beyond

The stagnate pools of belief…there is relief.

I’ve got a parachute for the free fall

Just untie the noose round my wings

There is a sky where the light is never blinding

And love fills everything

…and you can hear the heart sing

I can almost hear it…if I’d ever shut up, shut up…

You don’t have to travel very far

Exactly where it’s at

Is exactly where you are.

Keep me a laugh ahead of ignorance

And the tight clenched fists of hate

Into the arms of my affinity where love is thundering at the gate

Saying, “it’s not too late

…to stop chickening out, stop chickening”

‘Cause you don’t have to travel very far

Exactly where it’s at

Is exactly where you are.

Bubbling underneath the static drone of the humdrum

Churning waves of ecstasy delighted that you’ve come

Why question how you got there, just surrender to the flight

I know that you want too, you know that I need too

I know that we’re going to enjoy the flight

so give up the fight

Around and round and round we go, until we understand

Salvation lives here within the heart of every man.

You don’t have to travel very far

Exactly where it’s at

Is exactly where you are

You don’t have to travel very far

Exactly where it’s at

Is exactly where you are.

I‘m longing  to speak of things I dare not tell

So I’m hiding the secret garden of my love

Where I go to freely feel our soulful waters run,

Our soulful waters running…

Here inside

The secret garden I hide

Here, I can feel you here

Between the rise and the fall of this breath that fills us all 

with an up sense and down in the secret garden I’ve found.

I am burning like a fire in the wind

Following the pathless coarse

That yearns within its ardent flame

For the downpour of your ecstatic rain

raining…

Here inside

The secret garden I hide

Here, I can feel you here

Between the rise and the fall of this breath that fills us all

No above and no below in the secret garden I know.

Slipping in between the shadows and the light

I can feel you taking flight

The opening is shear and our secret garden

Is waiting here

Waiting here…

                  

Freedom to be true to yourself

Freedom to follow your heart and run with the ball

Freedom to go beyond the pale and most of all

Freedom and the freedom to feel it

The capacity to feel it...the ability to feel

And find the joy that’s independent of everything somehow

Living here inside of us in the universe of now.

Freedom, freedom

From the lie that lives outside

Freedom, freedom

From the stigma of black and white, the image of wrong and right

Freedom

From the swagger of yes and no, the difference of high and low,

Freedom

To hear your own voice

Freedom to know you even have a choice

Freedom to say what you mean

Freedom to mean what you say

‘cause every thing’s OK ...

When you plant the seed the garden grows around that perfect home

The path becomes so obvious when the heart’s your stepping-stone too…

Freedom, freedom

From the mental merry-go-round

Freedom, freedom

From the concept of good and bad and all the doubts to be had,

freedom

From the stigma of black and white, the image of wrong and right

The swagger of yes and no, the difference of high and low

Living here inside of us

living here in spite of us

Freedom

To be true to yourself,

to follow your heart and run with the ball…

To go beyond the pale and most of all

Freedom and the freedom to feel it

The capacity to feel it

The ability to feel

Thank you for holding the door open for me

Thank you unconditional generosity

Thank you for carrying me across the threshold of my love

Thank you authenticity.

Cause I thought these dormant winds of mine

Would die before their time

I thought these clouds of bitter rain would never wane

I thought this turbulent sea was the real me

Thank you.

Thank you for pulling the wool off my eyes

Thank you stark stone reality

Thank you for clearing these mud filled waters

Thank you unbreakable mirror

Thank you that which is undeniable

Thank you that which is immeasurable

Thank you unwavering truth.

‘Cause I thought this dry riverbed

Had not one tear of joy to shed

I thought these ragged wings of light would never take flight

I thought this turbulent sea was the real me

Thank you.

As these dormant winds of mine dance the waltz of time

As these clouds are sweet with rain, their bitter cries wane

Through turbulence I see

I can see the real me...

Thank you.

Deep in the heart of a jungled wood

The thickened pines of darkness stood

Their cloaks a safe haven to a family of owls

Where only the shadow of the moon dare prowl.

‘Til one day a swan flew thru a break in the trees

And found a little owl hemmed in by the leaves.

The owl cried, "Who are you and from where do you come?"

“I am the swan. I can show you radiant light of the sun.

I journey the deserts, over mountains I roam

I travel the earth for the world is my home

I fly with the dawn as morning light wings

Across oceans of vast existence I sing.

Come with me as the sun wakes up the world

Come to me, as each veil of it's breathe unfurls."

Color, light, a ball of fire the owl flew with the new wings of desire.

Until his Mother's words sank on his faith like a stone

She said, "The Sun is no more alive than a river of bones,

Like folklore, it doesn't exist, but go ask your Father if you insist."

"Father, Father I want to see to the sun,

I want to play in the fields where it's golden rays run."

"My poor boy", was his father's reply,

"There are no colors that light up the sky.

You'll never find a Sun if it doesn't exist,

But I'll go to the Elder Owls if you persist."

"Old wise ones, it should come as no surprise

A Swan has swooned my boy with lies 

Whimsical providence fills his head

illusions of light feather his bed."

"Tell your boy, tell him, tell your boy...

There's no such sun in existence

No such heat spans the distance

No such warmth spills over the earth

There is no such dawn of a day's rebirth"

The little Owl scorned the sky and cried like a homeless waif

Broken as his rags of light lay torn beneath his faith. "Beautiful Swan, why did you lie to me?

I'm waiting impatiently

For the sun to take flight, for a flake of it's light

To shine thru the pines, thru the pines

For the warmth of it's kiss for a thread of it's bliss

To shine thru the pines, thru the pines."

"Oh my boy, come here by me we'll wait in the towering trees

We'll look to the sky as doubt rolls by and you're safely gathered into thee.

(Wake up, wake up and see...)

A flicker of light thru a crack in the dawn

Shines in a dewdrop as a new day fawns

A whisper of blue thru a petal of green

A faint breath of rose over aquamarine".

(Wake up, wake up, wake up and see...)

"The luminous palette that cradles the sky

The lavenders that blossom and fly

Veils of pink weaving from orange into gold

In a sweeping moment of truth to behold."

All songs written, performed and produced by Cara Tower.  Used by permission only by FuryBuddhaMusic/BMI

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