Sister soulshine

She stood outside in the pouring rain
Wondering which way
The sunshine had gone,
Maybe she could follow a trail
Grab the light
And bring it back again.
Days had gone to blue and grey
And in the rain
No fun to play
She closed her eyes and wished
For the happy ball of fire
To break through and come back
To her once more.
She called the faeries and asked them all
Had they seen her friend
Through the trees so tall,
No they said and went back to their woods
So she kept moving
Searching high and low.
Maybe it’s here she wondered
Coming across the meadow filled
The colors of her friend echoed
Their sunflower selves,
Have you seen my friend the sun?
They just waved at her instead.
It must be here somewhere
She thought with a sigh,
Sitting on a tree stump
She started to cry,
But she looked in the puddles that lay at her feet,
And just when she thought no hope remained
She saw the light in her eyes and said
I can help the world ,yes, that’s where I begin.
Instead of being sad
She opened her soul
And low and behold
There lying within
Was that bright bit of sun
She had longed for,
She held the treasure but did not know
“You’ve gotta let your soul shine”
To have it to hold
And forever after she spread her light
Upon the world
Sharing her love and light,
Then she knew it was all going to be alright.

Hours on rainy days, friends, and the awesome song “Soul shine”…Warren Haynes version of course.

Lyrics for Soulshine By The Allman Brothers Band
When you can’t find the light,
That got you through the cloudy days,
When the stars ain’t shinin’ bright,
You feel like you’ve lost you’re way,
When those candle lights of home,
Burn so very far away,
Well you got to let your soul shine,
Just like my daddy used to say.
He used to say soulshine,
It’s better than sunshine,
It’s better than moonshine,
Damn sure better than rain.
Hey now people don’t mind,
We all get this way sometime,
Got to let your soul shine, shine till the break of day.
I grew up thinkin’ that I had it made,
Gonna make it on my own.
Life can take the strongest man,
Make him feel so alone.
Now and then I feel a cold wind,
Blowin’ through my achin’ bones,
I think back to what my daddy said,
He said “Boy, in the darkness before the dawn:”
Let your soul shine,
It’s better than sunshine,
It’s better than moonshine,
Damn sure better than rain.
Yeah now people don’t mind,
We all get this way sometimes,
Gotta let your soul shine, shine till the break of day.
Sometimes a man can feel this emptiness,
Like a woman has robbed him of his very soul.
A woman too, God knows, she can feel like this.
And when your world seems cold, you got to let your spirit take control.
Let your soul shine,
It’s better than sunshine,
It’s better than moonshine,
Damn sure better than rain.
Lord now people don’t mind,
We all get this way sometimes,
Gotta let your soul shine, shine till the break of day.
Oh, it’s better than sunshine,
It’s better than moonshine,
Damn sure better than rain.
Yeah now people don’t mind,
We all get this way sometimes,
Gotta let your soul shine, shine till the break of day.
Songwriters: WARREN HAYNES
© Universal Music Publishing Group
For non-commercial use only.

Time standing still (a dead zone)

Time dropping like sand
Rushing across an Arizona landscape
Wild wind blows
The specks blinding
Where did they go
As they land and cover
And nothing remains
Like ancient cities
Falling into dust…
Voices move on in monotone
No lift
No joy
Endless meeting washing over
Eyes tired
Wake up wake up
Brain says
But to look at the faces
Apathetic and bored
To realize time does not wait
In this place,
But moves not at all,
Moving so very slow
As to be the dead turtle in the race
Against a thousand hares.

Thoughts on time and life, moving fast in a real world and then barely at all….thoughts at a work meeting.

Feathered thought

Walk the meadow
Wood lies in wait
For death by chainsaw
New use for warmth
Finding feather
Then another I stop to pluck
The gift from ground
Black shine dusty
I hold in my hands
Bird like bouquet.
Thoughts of black swan theory
Outliers and event
Manifesting through earlier day
Conversations
Abundance of feathered thought
And I know of no swans in this land
Not bred and captive
But the feather of crow
That speak on the wood
Like a council of elders
Caw caw chatter
Harbingers of a black cloud soon to take flight
And block for a moment
The sun.

Work chatter earlier in day on the black swan theory and coming home and when out on a walk finding an abundance of black feathers in various places. Ask and receive I suppose. Maybe today I’ll speak of gold and beaches.
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