![]() ©2012 Cris Williamson/ Bird Ankles Music BMIĬounting our blessings with a sense of quiet joy is no small thing. Written in a threaded style, this continues Emily Dickenson's words that became my mantra: "Hope is the thing with feathers." ©1983 Cris Williamson/ Bird Ankles Music (BMI) Gathering companions, joining forces for the fight The power of the Spirit, you fly your flag unfurled To see the danger, and to stop short in time In order to see, we need abiding light, and in order for our hearts to align, I believe we needs must always return to the Beauty. In the heart of the Journey, there is a way to go In the heart of the blossom, there is a cause for grieving In the heart of the Wanderer, there is a call to Home In the heart of the long night, there is a voice so still In the heart of the wavelength, there is a way to go In the heart of gladness, there is a vale of tears In the heart of the Blessing, there is the Great Unknown In the heart of the Standing, there is the leap of Faith One step at a time, oh A way to go, a One step at a time, oh ![]() In the heart of the darkness, there is a way to goĪ way to go, a way to go Even though you cannot know In the heart of the burden, there is an open gateway In the heart of a tree, oh, there is the warrior's bow In the heart of a star, oh, there is a dusty diamond In the heart of the Mystery, there is the 25th Stone In the heart of the fearful, there is the Will of Heaven In the heart of the Stranger, there is a way to go In the heart of the dry land, there is a spring-filled secret The 25th Stone is the blank Rune, signifying everything and nothing. In the heart of everything lies the Mystery, and even though we do not know, we take one step at a time, trusting it's the way to go. We need two wings to fly, we need the opposite to find the center. ©2011 Cris Williamson/Bird Ankles Music (BMI) (That)sleeping tigers and slippery stones Try getting by, knowing deep in your bones Some songs are made of collage, in this case, a proverb overlaying May Sarton and, thanks to my sister, John O'Donohue's Celtic wisdom. Lay down your load, put your foot upon the Road Miracles happen every day in so many ways, from the smallest events to the larger, from the sun rising and birds singing on another brand new day, to the larger deeper events of every life. ©2012 Cris Williamson/ Bird Ankles Music( BMI ) © 2009 Cris Williamson/ Bird Ankles Music (BMI)Īnother antique phrase enters here, that of being a "boon companion", helping provide two wings for flight through the places betwixt and between.īetween the worlds, the dark and the lightīetween the worlds, the day and the night When the red line's rising into tooth and claw The dragon turns, and the wheel goes round I ran across this Thai phrase, which counsels us to keep a cool heart when anger rears its head and begins to take over our lives.īut anger fired and burned my buildings down ©2012 Cris Williamson/ Bird Ankles Music (BMI) Safe hold, safe place, cast out, castaway Home ground, home town, hide-out, hide away Let sanctuary start, all lost will be foundīy the willing heart, by the willing heart May harbor-home prevail, for the heart is there So hoist your sails when the wind is fair We'll sail tomorrow, 'til we are home again We feel the ice ease its hold upon the heart The object of the journey through storms and struggle is to finally arrive Home. They are, in effect, lessons learned at the feet of the masters.Įveryone is in need of true sanctuary, to the point of being "weeping-ripe", an olde phrase I found that seemed so right. ![]() It took two years of work, and a lot of studying about the spiritual path all the while being on that path and moving forward into the Mystery. Here are lyrics and "maps" for the latest CD – Pray,Tell. I've had a few arrive like that, but mostly, songwriting is a work of inspiration and perspiration, an honest effort that is always worth the work. The first song that came to me at 16 came through me, and I had but to capture it. Words and music come together like colors and textures on a flat surface, revealing a dimensional picture. These days, that means listening to the words themselves that ring with melody and rhythm, sending out clues for me to follow. Usually, the words come first, get sculpted into a song-shape (verse, chorus, bridge), and then I try and find the music. ![]() Once I am on the track of something, the feeling of excitement grows and grows. I am a scribe, a hunter- gatherer, a fisher person, a dog on the hunt. The trick is to capture the fancy-striker, to catch it in order to release it eventually into the world.as a song. I always carry a small book and pen in case something should strike my fancy. I connect with something, and then collect it by writing it down in a book, of which I have many. I have always written songs in the same basic way.
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