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Sound

I love the sound of a word
To me it is the singing of a bird.
A word that is heard inside my heart
A word that does more than just impart –
I love the sounds that God has given us
That vibrate clearly inside my chest
They strike the drums beneath the chattering
They remind me of the unity under all the mattering.
And when I love I know it best:
Love makes the sounds that let the language rest.

La

“La ” said the note.
“I’m in a song.”

“So, la,” said the other note, singing along.
“Where else would you be but where you belong?”

Freedom

I like a path that has no direction.
I like a path that comes to me.
I like a  simple path with the angels flyin’.
I like a quiet path where the soul is free.

No need to advertise my path.
No need for folks to come and see.
This path is an inward road to the gates of heaven
where I can sit with you beneath this tree.

I just want some peace from the trouble cart.
I want the great big void to come in me.
Just some simple bliss for my own protection  –
so I can be a  soul in Liberty.

I like liberty when it’s mixed around.
I like the mind to bend and burst.
I like the logic  lava hot that flows
and warms the great big hole inside my heart.

I just want some peace from the trouble cart.
I want the great big void to come in me.
Just some simple bliss for my own protection
so I can be a  soul in Liberty.

I like a path that has no direction.
I like a path that comes to me.
I like a  simple path with the angels flyin’.
I like a quiet path where the soul can see.

sound

These are just three.   Many remain to be uploaded . . . as the moment moves.