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Fog appears on the road.
A silence encompasses the land.
No past, no future, only present,
Only now, is at hand.
On the path are many travelers.
All traveling through time and space.
Floating along their pathless paths,
As pale shadows fill this place.
Walking, but not walking.
Clothed, but not clothed.
Smiling, but not smiling.
Dreams within a dream.
Talking, but not talking.
Weeping, but not weeping.
Dancing, but not dancing.
Dreams within a Dream.
On the path are many travelers.
Coming to restore this sacred place.
Wielding staffs of silvern light,
To live again in grace.
Fog rises from the road.
A silence encompasses the land.
No past, no future, only present,
Only now, is at hand.
2012 Roger Allen Baut
Ghost Dance
smiles...this is wonderful....there is a great sense of a shared history in this...and mystical as well...we travel the road together for sure...and the future is not always visible but i think if we realize we are together it makes all the difference...i like that refrain...
ReplyDeleteThanks Brian! Appreciate your thoughts and comment, "this is wonderful..." Also, "...the future is not always visible but i think if we realize we are together it makes all the difference.." And, it most certainly does Brian!
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Roger...I am so honored to be dancing this path with you. Out of the history we come to now...will we honor the lessons we have learned from, or will we continue to turn away, existing in the illusion that we're all okay. Between you and me "NOW" has never excited me more. Wonderful to wake up with you this morning :)
ReplyDeleteIt is a remarkable and exciting "NOW" Natasha, and it shows how active the 'universe' is in each of our lives. Soon many will realize this, as well as focusing on the 'welfare' of our brothers and sisters, the planet, and the universal consciousness!
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And thank you Joan! I'm so glad you resonated to my compilation, and "My favorite lines--'No past, no future, only present. . .Only now, is at hand.'"
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We need to listen to the spirits that whisper change is near. "No past, no future, only present" Love this line. We can move through our present with the wisdom gained from those who went before us and walk beside us now. Thanks for the dance!
ReplyDelete...and thank you for stopping by and leaving your thoughts Susie! I sincerely appreciate them! Especially, "We can move through our present with the wisdom gained from those who went before us and walk beside us now."
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Roger
ReplyDeletethis is sensitively written for the ghosts dancing still
the memories that remain in dreams
thanks...
...and thank you Leslie! I appreciate your thoughts and comment. Always a pleasure to read what you have to say! Always nice to see the moondust writer appear! Thanks again,
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Wow, this has an eerie feel to it... perfect for October.
ReplyDeleteThank you Laurie! Yes, it does, come to think of it! It's interesting how many facets a composition may have...thanks again!
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I love the reminder that now is all we have, all woven in with history and grace. Beautiful.
ReplyDeleteThanks for stopping by and sharing your thoughts Jo, and what you have written I think is something for all of us to remember, "...now is all we have, all woven in with history and grace."
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This does have an ethereal feel to it... I love the opening and closing stanzas. And Robbie Robertson is one of my favorite singers/songwriters. Perfect pairings!
ReplyDeleteThank you so much for your comment and thoughts Joanne! I sincerely appreciate them! Glad you liked the composition! And Robbie Robertson; really great talent!
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Whew. The rhythmn, the march/dance, the words - deliberate and sure and so sad. Makes me think of Buffy Ste Marie's "the spirit is alive, magic is afoot" but now it is the ghosts who walk as little else remains. For some, there is no dividing line between relatives/loves, even after death. cf Robbie Robertson's song above which is a prayer and also antique Quaker William Penn's poem on death "Death is but crossing the world, as friends do the seas; they live in one another still." But, of course, genocide is another layer, best not deleted from memory, ever.
ReplyDeleteThank you so much for stopping by and sharing your thoughts on this Susan! I really appreciated getting your input!
DeleteThanks again!
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