He woke up practiced bass for the gig
Trying to stay motivated find inspiration
Learning to play with others collaborate
Hard to trust anyone sick of the lies
Writing down ideas ready to tell the story

Bury me
Neath an old oak tree
Where on a lower limb
You can tie a swing

And then when
You come to visit me
You can always swing
To the memories

Of the precious days
Playing in the park
I was your best friend then
Daddy‘s little girl

And when you feel a push
From the warm South breeze
You might just think the wind
But believe it’s me

If I am the mountain, then you are the shepherd
if you are the shepherd then I am the flock
if I am the flock then you are the mountain

we can part without a final glance and then follow one another until we are called to face each other in the morning

If you don't have a reason not to smile... Try smiling.

"The essence in us is the same as the essence of the sun.”

Like a gold coin you sit inside me as I transcend
closer than the heart closer than the soul  
chakra of old
faint steady light
helios orb of fire
        daystar ...
                           I journey on and you light my inner path  
you shine like a beacon, in the thick of night...

Like the golden sun when it blazes like a yellow diamond
in the middle of a lovely summer afternoon
you are a cut above the rest !  
Inside me you radiate and fill me with inner strength
"Manipura"  
lustrous gem that you are,  
                                       you are the jewel of my solar plexus !  
You are the sun that lives in me,
                         the light that never fades
You give me a strong sense of self and you never abandon me.