musing with Jon

 Home.  Red and Gold, what is the meaning.  The stars unfold.  Lead our way home.  Your not alone here. Almost home.  We're on our way, we're on our home.  We're on our way, we're on our way home.  I wonder what guide us and lead our way home.  Almost home.  We're on our way, we're on our way home. We're on our way, we're on way home.  

I'm a wretched man in a loosing fight.  Thanks be to God who delivers me.  Christ, Christ alone come and set me free.  Thanks be to God who delivers me.  The shadow inside is still alive.  Who will heal me from these wounds I hide.  Thanks be to God who delivers me.  Christ, Christ alone come and set me free.  Thanks be to God who delivers me.  

Musing with Relient

 I'll tell you flat out, it hurts so much.  And I just pray my problems go away if they are just ignored, but that's not the way it works.  If and when I get, get myself from this clouded mind, I'll let myself settle down, I'm so ready to be found.  I've thrown away, the hope I had in friendships, I've thrown away the secret to find and end to this, and I just pray my problems go away if they are just ignored, but that's not the way it works.  Any control I thought I had, just slips right through my hands.  That it there, I confess, I'll blame all this on my selfishness.  Ya you love me, and that consumes me.  You give me hope, and hope it gives me life, you touch my heavy heart, and when you do you make it light, and I answer you, though I hardly make a noise, from my lips, the words I choose to say seem pathetic, but it's a fallen mans praise, because I love you.  When I go down, I lift my eyes to you, I won't look very far, because you'll be there with open arms, to lift me up again, to lift up again.

This is so unnerving, but I'll just to accept, that my mind is so inept, and all that there is left is to trust you.  Put the emphasis on the evidence, begging for the proof.  

Musing with Sean

 Everyday.  No matter what.  Where I let go.  And it's down with these endings I've written in my mind.  Goodbye.  The Pacific's out there somewhere.  Order seems to rise and it gives a weary heart some hope.  It's down with defending those hiding knifes with words sounding kind (mine).  Goodbye.   Stop believing everything you think.  Goodbye.  

Satellites are falling, for the corridors of power.  In these dark hours.  The red herrings are all around.  Can't you feel the movement from underground.  Trembling earth.  Ah.  Ah. Woo.  Ah.  Ah.  Woo.

Graceland.  The Mississippi delta, shining like a national guitar.  I am following the river, I'm gong to graceland.  Poor boys and pilgrims with families and we are going to graceland.  Reason to believe we will both be received in Graceland.  She said losing love is like a window in your heart, everyone sees the wind blow.  I'm going to Graceland.  My traveling companies are ghosts and empty sockets, but I have reason to believe we will all be received in Graceland.  I see losing love is like a window in your heart, everyone feels the wind blow through.  Graceland, Graceland.  For reasons I cannot explain, there's some part of me that wants to see Graceland.  Reason to believe we will all be received in Graceland.  Oooh, I'm going to Graceland.

When were we led astray.  It's always been this way.  Look in the mirror.  Don't turn away.  This is who we are.  This is nothing new, it's just that now it's in plain view.  How did we end up here.  How come the sudden change.  I owe it to myself dear.  For not enough attention paid.  This is who I am, this is nothing new, it's just that now it's in plain view.  Ah.  This is who I am, this is nothing new, it's just that now it's in plain view.  Now it's in plain view.

She always sleeps on plains.  She's in Yugoslavia, working on a mini series.  Suzie Lightning.  She's in Hungary, she sends postcards home.  Suzie Lightning.  Suzie Lightning.  There's no use crying about, no use trying to hold on.  She lights up the sky, then she's gone.  She's got no time for love, she don't need me now.  Suzie Lightning.  Suzie Lightning.  Suzie Lightning.  Suzie Lightning.  Suzie Lightning.  

Oil on canvas.  It was the dream of some painter, to reach through time and comfort a stranger with troubles like mine.  Aint it good to know, it's all been done before.  It's the jealous brothers of the favored son.  It's the heartache in lovers eyes, it's nice to know it's all been felt before, and it's good to know, and it's nice to know.

Musing with Switch

Life is more than fame and rock and roll.  Don't close your eyes, this is your life.  Don't close your eyes, don't close your eyes.  This is your life.  Yesterday is dead and over.  This is your life.  Don't close your eyes.  Don't close your eyes.  Don't close your eyes.  This is your life.  Come on come on come on.  Take me broken, make me one.  Break the silence and make it a song.  Life is short I want to live it well. Awaken oh my soul.  I can't take none of that through the door, I want to live for more than just a funeral.  Awaken oh my soul, every breath that you take is a miracle.  One love, one voice, but maybe that's enough.  One life to live.  Life is short I want to live it well. One life one love.  One voice, but maybe that's enough.  Created for a place I've never known.  I'm finally where I belong.  Ya, this is home.  Maybe this is home.  This is home.  I've got my heart set on what happens next, and we're not alone.  Ya this is home.  Now I'm finally where I belong, where I belong.  Maybe this home.  Ya this is home.  After all my searching, after all my questions, I'm going to call it home.  I'm going to call it home.  Where I belong.  Ya this is home. Now I know, this is home.  Ya this is home.

Musing with Switch

Christ is the meaning.  Christ is the meaning.  Let it happen.  I don't know what the future holds, but Christ is good.  What's with defending if everything is ending.  Am I dreaming and what is the meaning of.  Let it happen.  Let it happen.  Let it happen.  I don't hold what the future holds.  Let it happen.  I can't make it get here sooner.  Let it happen.  Let it happen.  I don't hold what the future holds, but Lord be my future.  

Native tongue.  Whisper into my ear.  He spoke the truth let there be and there was.  Sing it out.  My heart, my head, my soul.  My soul, my lips our native tongue.  Let's sing in our native tongue.  Let sing, sing along.  To use our lungs for love.  

Love sing to me gentle, that I'm more than just accidental.  All I need.  All I need.  

Musing with Jars

Your love, rescue me, let the 11th hour quickly pass me by, deep time, beyond time, I don't know where, I don't know why, I don't know where, I don't know how, I don't know where,  I don't know why.

Let your love shine, filling up the cracks, pushing out the blockages, cleanse my soul.  

Only you.  

Can't see the sun for the daylight, I get used to these shadows, rescue me.

If you put your arms around me, could it change the way I feel.  

Cover me, hold my heart, into something beautiful.

You don't got fight, or make yourself belong. 

Now you're alive, now you're alive, I won't let you go, I won't let you go, I'm not letting go

Creativity

Can I slow down, and find contemplative orientation towards life?  If I do, will it open up space for creativity?  Will it open up space for play?  Have I in my mind made contemplation and play different?  Have I made them enemies, have I compartmentalized them from each other?  Have I feared that if I had a spiritual contemplative practice that it would it take away from me and music or excitement or play?

What if contemplative practice helps the clutter rest or if it helps me process them in order for me to be more present in play and creativity?  What if it helps me get a little bit more to my core, where I can engage a little bit more truly in creativity and play?  What if it strips away some selfish ambition so that if I engage in creativity I'm less likely to try and control the creativity and point in a direction, but can just engage in it for the sake of engaging in it?  What if this then helps me to live in the moment, to be more present in creativity as just me and not some agenda, or even some goal for creativity.  Also, what if play and creativity open up gateways to contemplation?  What if they affirm in me life and connection to others and then help me to be grateful for the contemplative space?