We are literally little fragments of the cosmos but here we are, rotting in front of screens, hostages to a planet-shredding neoliberal agenda by a bunch of psychopaths
Such a wonderful piece. We are all recycled stardust and Earthsong!
A long time ago, two musicians named Aileen & Elkin Thomas wrote a song that's hard to forget (it's been almost 35 years), "Circles of Rhyme." The most memorable line is the refrain,
"...make me realize the breath we breathe was used by an older man."
Siobhan, you would love this almost impossible to find album - especially this song that speaks to exactly what you've written here.
Another treat from the lyrics:
"Even
every piece of soil that's turned
and every rock that's rolled
unfolds the truth
trying to breathe
but choked by bygone hands"
Sadly, we live in the blursed actions of our ancestors, as much as we breathe their same air. With every breath we take, we breathe our own history in. With every exhalation, we provide the food for the future of the plants around us. We are all related. Mitakuye Oyasin (Lakota Nation): "We are all related," interconnected with all living things and all forms of existence.
Even the rocks carry memories. Handle with respect and care.
Love this, John, thank you. I hadn't thought of each breath as breathing our history in....
I wish we could just always communicate in song lyrics
The way you wrote "Siobhan, you would love this almost impossible to find album " sounds like a challenge and you're daring me to go find it. *slams laptop, hunts for keys*
Such a wonderful piece. We are all recycled stardust and Earthsong!
A long time ago, two musicians named Aileen & Elkin Thomas wrote a song that's hard to forget (it's been almost 35 years), "Circles of Rhyme." The most memorable line is the refrain,
"...make me realize the breath we breathe was used by an older man."
Siobhan, you would love this almost impossible to find album - especially this song that speaks to exactly what you've written here.
Another treat from the lyrics:
"Even
every piece of soil that's turned
and every rock that's rolled
unfolds the truth
trying to breathe
but choked by bygone hands"
Sadly, we live in the blursed actions of our ancestors, as much as we breathe their same air. With every breath we take, we breathe our own history in. With every exhalation, we provide the food for the future of the plants around us. We are all related. Mitakuye Oyasin (Lakota Nation): "We are all related," interconnected with all living things and all forms of existence.
Even the rocks carry memories. Handle with respect and care.
Thank you for this post.
Love this, John, thank you. I hadn't thought of each breath as breathing our history in....
I wish we could just always communicate in song lyrics
The way you wrote "Siobhan, you would love this almost impossible to find album " sounds like a challenge and you're daring me to go find it. *slams laptop, hunts for keys*