I wish you knew of the joy it is
that you now exist in my life.
The smile opening up inside of me,
just like a tornado approaching,
like a flower blooming,
like new seeds sprouting on a wet summer night.

I'd like to see it grow,
although it scares me to watch my predictable and safe garden change,
so wildly,
without my permission,
challenging my old and known beliefs...

So, chamomiles, come on in
and bring peace to a troubled mind.
So, prayers, send out your healing calls of compassion.

For now I can only but learn of Love's ways of traveling through me,
All-encompassing,
never judging,
never demanding,
always kind.

Serene is the rain cleaning the wounds deeply carved on my skin
washing away my own judgments,
assumptions,
putting down walls of protection
little by little built around me.

Serene is the rain bringing about change,
revealing naked new born grains,
opening up the pine flowers of self-forgiveness,
allowing me to see you more clearly now.

I wish you knew,
in times when I'm not blind,
I can only but be thankful
For rains, and flowers and the new born grains
are composing something beautiful...
I'll lay myself down and listen.

So these are some of the things I want:

A mother holding its child,
the child touching the leaves of a tree,
the tree bringing comfort to this place.

I want so many things,
sometimes they seem to belong to some other world,
like a wonderland.  

But maybe that's not so far away...

My wonderland lies in my heart and it wants to be heard,
just like Joni Mitchell in my cold morning walks.
It wants to be touched,
like your hair between my fingers.
Oh, and I cannot forget, it wants to be seen,
like the cozy light of a fireplace.

And I know my eyes so many times can be blind,
I know I may not listen to what will not scream into my ears.

But then I see this mother holding its baby,
and the baby touching those leaves,
and the leaves awakening my senses again.

i'm with you, "even when I think you're wrong"
i'll be with you to say that it's ok to be afraid,
that it's fine to make mistakes,
that the confusion is only on the surface

when you hold the hands of the Devil,
i wanna show you how to look into his eyes
and see that he doesn't really exist

"so many vases and no flowers",
you can take care of them,
they can take care of you

water in one day,
sun in the afternoon,
some compost once in a while,
but what they really want,
what they really care about
is your smile when you look at them in all their beauty

like the stars
that fall down only to put a smile upon your face
and then they feel happy to go away,
even though they would like to stay
to be near you

they will be happy to go away
just to see that smile
when you see them crossing the sky

what is distance, anyway?
she's so far away, and she was here with me yesterday
what is loneliness, after all?
when you cry alone, you just didn't realize that the world is holding your hands

but come on, cry
let it all be washed out in the rain

the water knows it's ways,
and it will lead you again into the ocean
it will again make you feel safe

so come on,
you already have the seeds,
put them in some place where you can take care of them
and they can take care of you

(song by Andrew Bird)

Sound is a wave like a wave on the ocean
Moon plays the ocean like a violin
Pushing and pulling from shore to shore
Biggest melody you never heard before

If I were the night sky
Here’s my lullaby
Lullaby to leave by
If I were the night

What if we hadn’t been born at the same time?
What if you’re seventy five and I were nine?
Would I come visit you?
Bring you cookies in an old folks home?
Would you be there alone?

And when the late summer lightning
Fires off in your arms
Will I remember to breathe?
No, I never will, no
And the fire could convince you that I mean you no harm
Just wanna show you how not to need

What if we hadn’t been each other at the same time?
Would you tell me all the stories
From when you were young and in your prime?
Would I rock you to sleep?
Would you tell me all the secrets you don’t need to keep?
Would I still miss you?
Oh, would you then
Have been mine?

Sound is a wave, like a wave on the ocean
Moon plays the ocean like a violin
Pushing and pulling from shore to shore
Biggest melody you never heard before