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Mother Earth – Steve Wolf Original (with recording of song below)
Oh Mother Earth
I’m going down
The full moon shines upon
A sea of stars
A flood of light
And I am sinking
Oh Mother Earth
I was thinking
That when I die
And all my tomorrows
Like tears
Fall into the sky
And flicker
And pass me by
And when I leave my friends
The ones I love
Will I never know them again
Or understand
Their tenderness
Their loveliness
Or feel them warm
Against my
Skin
Am I to lie there endlessly
Alone in death
Eternity
Waiting
Without them
Oh I could cry
A million tears
Mother Earth
These are my fears
That I should pass
A million years
Or a single day
Without
Them
Oh Mother Earth
I’m going down
I feel the coldness
Of the ground
The bitter frost
Of deepest space
I cannot bear
To face it
And when I feel this way
Wrap your arms around me
Press you body
Into mine
As if your soul
Could enter
Me
And when I feel this way
Do not say a word
Or dry my tears
Just hold me
And let the years
Pass
Oh Mother Earth
We’re going down
The full moon sets
And sinks
Beneath the dark waters
Of the flood
And all is
Silent
I finally found Steve Wolf’s original song that I attempted to recreate below. Listen to the acoustic version by the original author. Chilling…
Goddess’ Eyes
Dark blue night
Points of light
Dead tree silhouette
Against the sky
Blood and birth
Pain then life
Smile of the Goddess
In a mother’s eyes
I see the magic in your eyes
I see something tragic in your eyes
Bright sun rays
Newborn’s face
Become now Self
For finite days
Life and loss
Loved ones die
Shade of the Goddess
In a widow’s eyes
I see the magic in your eyes
I see something tragic in your eyes
Guilt like Hell
Death of Self
Buried in the Void
Where souls once dwelt
Return alive
A truth realized
Gift of the Goddess
In Enlightened eyes
I see the magic in your eyes
I see something tragic in your eyes
I see the magic
I see the tragic
In the Goddess’ Eyes
~CLS~
Mother Earth
Oh Mother Earth
I’m going down
A warm breeze
Dries my eyes
So I might see
The stars
Listening
And glistening
In the sky
And when I feel this way
Don’t leave my side
Don’t turn away
Hold my hand
And keep me
From being
Frightened
Of the
Dark
The bitter frost
Of endless space
No I cannot bare
To face it
Oh Mother Earth
I’m going down
And when I leave my friends
The ones I love
Will I ever
Know them again
Or will I understand
Their tenderness
Their loveliness
And when I feel this way
Hold me close to your bosom
And set me down to lay
Forever and
Ever
Press your body into mine
As if your soul
Could enter
Me
Am I to lie here
Endlessly
Alone in death
Eternity
For I could cry
A million tears
For a single day
Or a thousand years
Without my
Friends
Oh Mother Earth
I’m going down
And soon the sun will set
I will forget
All is silent
And I cry
I
Cry
~CLS~
Love to Steve Wolf who wrote the original version of this song, but I cannot, for all the years passed, remember it but as an inspiration. I love you, Brother, and miss you.
I know
I know it feels
Like your drowning
The cold and fear
You’re sinking down in
A last breath
Pray for guidance
Embrace death
Lay in silence
I know the pain
Of this passing
There’re no answers
To what you’re asking
There’s only Void
What’s beyond
Let go of all
Fear holds on
I know it’s hard
Your Ego dying
It cannot serve
The enlightened
So say goodbye
This is your moment
End your Self
End your torment
I am Void
Am nothing
No nothing
Non-existence
Only consciousness
To create
Anything
Everything
What sublime
Simplicity
I know it feels
Like Heaven
But it’s just being
In the moment
You can touch
All that you feel
What were dreams
You now make real
I know it seems
Like freedom
Yet many souls
Fall prey to demons
Sisters, brothers
Hopeless, wandering
Lost forever
Without your suffering
I know it feels
Like your drowning
Knowing fear of Hell
You must go down in
A final test
There is no guidance
Thier souls for yours
Eternal Silence
~CLS~
Awakening
So deep I had seeped
Into despair
That I knew to survive
I’d have to dare
To end Me and Misery’s
Long affair
So that night ‘fore I slept
I wept a prayer
And the Goddess took me
On a walk that night
Up to a mountain
That touched the sky
And in awe
I raised my eyes
And thus cried my soul
At the sight
I AM AWAKENED
~CLS~
The Sun and the Mountain
Trapped in my mind
I couldn’t find release
So I sped across the bridge
Left the city behind me
I went up on a hill
Looking down over the sea
And I wandered through the redwoods
Searching around for inner peace
Then way up on the Mountain
The Sun rests his weary head
And way up on that Mountain
Wake a hundred buried dead
I don’t want to find you
Hanging around up there
With them
And I never want to find you
Lying down there
Among them
When I left the tangled forest
I found that I was not alone
I turned to face a demon
With the familiar scent of home
The specter had me shaken
Yet I was awakened by the test
It said I was forsaken
For taken on my quest
Then way behind the Mountain
The Sun hid his sleeping head
And way up on that Mountain
Danced a hundred living dead
I don’t want to find you
Hanging around up there
With them
And I never want to find you
Dancing up there
Among them
One foot in front of the other
I stumble down my lonely road
With one last shot of tequila
‘Fore I go into the valley below
With your hate-note for a map
And a cigarette to light my way
Shivering in your loathing
I await the break of day
Then way above the Mountain
The Sun rears his fiery head
And way up on that Mountain
Rests a hundred native dead
I don’t want to find you
Hanging around up there
With them
And I never want to find you
Lying down there
Among them
Pray I never find you
Hanging around up there
With them
No I never want you with me
Lying down there
Among them
~CLS~
Thank you Linda Sorensen for the wonderful painting of Mt. Vision and my long ago home of Inverness. What a magical place…
Unseen
Unrepentant he glares. His undisguised anger boiling, seeping. He points with a finger of his mind, and he accuses.
“Your crimes are too great, too heinous for you to dare to counter so,” I declare.
His defiance lessens none. His stare remains spiteful.
I turn to the jury—these fine twelve clones of justice—and all give a slow, and solemn nod.
“Your Honor,” I address the Judge, “the accused here before you, as you can well see, offers no admission, no remorse. No, your Honor; not even a single tear has he shed for his terrible trespasses.” Now it is my finger that extends, seemingly of its own accord, and finds its way to point at the Accused.
The Judge, looking much like the Jury, closes his eyes, and offers me, and all those bearing witness, the same slow nod of understanding. He is guilty, it says. Proceed. And so I do.
“The charges are as follows, your Honor, and esteemed members of the Jury…”
I clear my throat. The accused snickers.
“He who stands shackled before you, my dear peers, has many crimes; any of which singularly uttered, and convicted of, would damn him. So let us not toil, brothers, with a lengthy oration of the Accused’s many felonies against us. Instead, let me bring to light but one … Treason!”
The Jurors look to one another, shock unhidden from expressions. Further away, in the deep dark, the Witnesses murmur amongst themselves, their many voices a hum, a beehive of a thousand androgynous clones.
A wry smile curls at the corner of the Defendant’s mouth.
“Yes, Treason,” I continue, “against a hundred years of meticulous tradition, against—dare I say?—Family!”
The courtroom explodes in an uproar. Shouts fly, spittle sailing close behind. Twelve Jurors’ fingers point, untold others from the shadows thrust their digits at the Accused, and, more importantly, the Judge himself stands, and points with his oaken gavel.
“Guilty!” he declares.
“Guilty!” follows the Jurors’ chorus.
“Guilty!” comes the affirmation from the multitudes in the dark.
Now it is I who smile.
The Accused is hauled away to his fate, and we, his judges in this, follow to bear witness to the end of rebellion.
To a tall post he’s chained. Log and tinder are piled below.
I am handed the torch that will end this, and bring the course of the Family’s dark channels back to an even flow.
Stepping to the timber stacked high, I lift my head to gaze with satisfaction one last time so I might take with me his terror, and know my righteousness—the righteousness of us all—was well founded.
My shock nearly drives me rearward, as I see no terror at all, but instead that same sneer, that same mocking mouth that hints at knowing something of great consequence that all of us have somehow failed to recognize.
I linger but an instant, then turn away, dropping the torch upon the fuel of his much deserved end as I do so. I hear flames crackle behind, and walk away. The faces of the Judge, Jury, and glowing masses in the dark, stare up at the Convicted.
Yet they do not gloat. They instead gasp. Then, as before, they all point.
I turn to see him, the Convicted, my Nemesis, my defeated foe, engulfed in flame. He screams not. He smiles still. How? Why? A singular thought had by all minds whose eyes behold what mine do.
Then I am answered.
My robes catch fire. My hair ignites, then my body, as if one of the logs from the inferno of the Condemned, bursts into roaring flame.
I scream, harmonizing with the Judge, Jury, and all the Witnesses as they too burn.
Over the great din of the whipping flames, and with the last of my consciousness, I hear him, the Condemned laughing, and I know the truth…
He is me.
He is us all.
~CLS~
Oh, Isis
I settle within your moon shade behind me
And watch myself stare up at you
Awe and longing apparent
I witness and wonder what it could be
That I so deeply long for and why
for I have you … I have everything.
~CLS~
My Shadow
Cast down from father to son
An heirloom for the ages
He’s the last one, no another comes
So point your fingers and blame him
His cage is guilt, their whips are fear
They lash him through his training
His rage is held in a bitter tear
As he swears they’ll never change him
They grasp the past in their rotted hands
And squeeze it of all its sorrows
Smiling they drink this blood and tears
And blacker grows the Shadow
Shadow you hold your secrets
Like a wicked and ancient carcass
How many souls have poured their woes
Into your bloated darkness
Listen now…
And I’ll tell you something about my shadow
It is where my anger lies
There is where my secrets sleep
And where my guilt resides
It holds a million tears and a thousand sorrows
Some of which are not mine
From deep within I hear them whispering
From down where my demons hide
In my Shadow
My life-long friend
For Love of My Shadow 