From the starry realm of heaven

an eternity ago

we have fallen into history

to wander here below.

and somewhere on the journey

through ignorance or fear

we’ve forgotten where we came from

or why it is we’re here.

From the womb of Mother Goddess

to the tomb of Father Time

we have come to be deceived

by an ever-changing rhyme.

Or maybe it’s just vision

that we have come to lack,

for the force that brought us here

can take us back.

And the answer is not easy

but it’s simple as can be

the solution to the problem

is very plain to see.

We can choose to go on running

or stop and turn around,

we can raise ourselves back up

or continue falling down.

Now the Maid of Desolation

is about to dance again

through the ruins of our cities

and the products of our sins.

And if we are to survive her

and her ghostly dance of death

we must dwell within

the temple of our breath.

For in stillness we are liberated

from the March of Time.

And returning to the Source

up the mountain we can climb.

In the calmness of a moment

or the eye of a storm,

we can realize our purpose

and begin to give it form.

Now the job of life is living

lightly on the land

and to utilize this energy

we hold within our hands.

For the power that may someday

return us to the stars

can be realized within us

by learning who we are.

The world is wider

than anyone’s troubles,

so much deeper than anyone’s pain.

Life is full of joy and wonder

it simply cannot be contained.

We can never put forever in a bottle

but we will always hold

the future in our hands.

The mind can only try and question

what the heart understands.

Life is full of signs and symbols

maps that mark the way.

But we must learn to read them

or forever we will stray.

Here in every moment

lies a crystal seed.

Within the mind it will blossom

but only love can set it free.

So when the seasons of change

rain upon you

Don’t forsake me oh do not despair.

Open your heart and let it move

through you

The winds of change are everywhere.

May they blow steady

and not overcome us,

may we receive them

with sails unfurled.

The winds of change

are always among us,

it is the way of the world.

Life is full of signs and symbols......

There will be those

who will try and tell you

“you’re just a dreamer

when you believe”.

Look in their hearts and

you will know them.

They are the ones

who’ve been deceived.

For only dreamers

can enter the dreamworld.

Only believers can truly understand.

A world of wonder is all around us.

The heart is the key to that land.

Life is full of signs and symbols.....

The sun and the moon

and the path up the mountain,

the medicine wheel

that moves through the sky.

The healing waters

that spring from the fountain,

mirrors that show us who we are.

But don’t mistake the map

for the territory.

The window we gaze through

is not the way.

Not every path is a road to glory

follow your heart,

you’ll find the way.

Life is full of signs and symbols....

Wandering star sailing through heaven

streaking across the night sky,

Are you in flight, or are you returning

you who’ve been travelling so far?

Now what’s in a place

that leads us right to it,

or as easily leads us astray?

It’s more than it seems,

It’s more than a dream

that keeps us all travelling this way.

It’s the ever unfolding

eternal return,

it’s the infinite source of it all.

Where we learn

that we rise when we fall.

and we pick ourselves up

and drink from the cup

and bathe in a fountain of love.

Like ships on the sea

we’re crossing the ocean

sailing to far distant shores.

It’s a wild wind that blows

and keeps us in motion

it’s a rudder to steady our course.

And when we arrive in the place

where we started

and finally know we are home,

well it’s just as though maybe

we never departed

but merely stepped out of the room.

Into the dawn of eternal beginnings

we rise up and seize the bright day.

Embracing the infinite way,

We lay down our bodies and

lift up our souls

and open our hearts as we pray.

Wandering star sailing through heaven

streaking across the night sky.

Are you in flight or are you returning

you who’ve been travelling so far?

You who’ve been travelling so far....

Now that your heart has been broken

now that the devil has spoken,

Reach down inside

you’ve got nothing to hide.

Lightning and thunder will roar,

let the rain

pour down over the mountain.

Love will rise like a fountain.

Fed by the streams

of your tears and your dreams,

out of the ashes and fire

the Phoenix will rise.

Where there was once only sorrow

today is the seed of tomorrow.

The Phoenix will fly till she finally dies,

then out of her funeral pyre

the eternal fire

gives birth to a new one,

like the morning sun over the ocean.

She spreads out her wings

and you’ll hear when she sings

that nothing’s been lost or forlorn,

for she is reborn.

Make no mistake now

your heart it will ache

and there’s never an easy way out.

But through it all

when you feel you are falling

know that you’re never without.

The wings of the Phoenix will open,

the spell will finally be broken.

But first you must follow

the path of your sorrow,

and when you make peace

with your fear, love will appear

up over the mountain,

love will spring up like a fountain.

Fed by the streams

of your tears and your dreams

but out of the ashes and fire

the Phoenix will rise

the Phoenix will rise

the Phoenix will rise.

There’s a song on the wind tonight

bathing me in a warm glowing light.

Filling up my mind with fond memories

Tugging at my heart and calling to me.

There is an image on the face of the moon

smiling down on a misty lagoon.

Seven sailing ships rocking on the bay

Nightbirds frolicking somewhere faraway.

And we are nestled in our beds

visions streaming in our heads

following a dreamy thread

to a place far overhead.

And as we ride this melody

we will weave a harmony,

and we’ll find a place to be

in our Starlight Symphony.

Moonlight on the rippling waters of the lake.

Rustling reeds in the breeze softly shake.

Chirping frogs and crickets all along the shore

The gentle sighing of the oak and sycamore.

High overhead a flock of geese make their way

across the sky to their home far away.

Down in the valley I hear a distant train

rolling along the tracks with its sad refrain.

And we are nestled in our beds

visions stirring in our heads

following that dreamy thread

to a place far overhead.

And as we ride this melody

we will weave a harmony,

and we’ll find a place to be

in our Starlight Symphony.

Far beyond the moon

planets spin and turn,

whirling round the sun

they dance away and then return.

Pirouetting dancers

 from the Milky Way

dancing to the music

of this magical ballet.

There is a form at the edge of my sight

taking shape

amidst the patterns of the night.

The seasons change

as the symphony unfolds,

In every grain of sand.

there is a wonder to behold.

We are nestled in our beds

visions stirrinng in our heads......

In the course of time

we have come to know

how the seeds of change

can begin to grow.

In a light refined

from a distant star

we have come to find

who it is we are.

And on the Tree of Life

every leaf and limb,

every tiny stem

holds a tree within.

And in every soul

there shines another

we’re all sisters and brothers

under the skin.

And while the mandala is turning

we are learning to begin.

And when we have gone all around it

we’ll have found out where we’ve been

Only time will tell

where we’re bound to be

as we make our way

through eternity.

And along the path

we might discover

just how to uncover

our own destiny.

Oooh, oooh, oooh,.............

As a flower grows

from a tiny seed

petals all unfold

in simple harmony.

So the path of time

is a spiral road

as our spirit climbs

our whole life unfolds.

For tomorrow comes

in its endless way

only to become

another yesterday

But the wheel revolves

all around the center

and here we may enter

every day.

And while the mandala is turning

we are learning to begin.

And when we have gone all around it

we’ll have found out where we’ve been

Oooh, oooh, oooh,............

Child of the Emerald Isle

face as pure as the driven snow

greets the morning with a pretty smile

thinking ‘bout a place that she’d like to go

She shakes the leprechauns out of her hair

rubs the moonlight from her eyes.

Steps into a field of dew

and rainbows shimmer in the morning light.

She slips into a flowered gown

held by crimson hummingbirds.

Then tarries no longer but hurries on down

to her mother’s garden of magic herbs.

Where spices grow in neat little rows

and the air smells so of her mother’s tea

that she sits and sips a steaming cup,

dreaming, dreaming, dreaming.

Stardust falling and angels calling on

all the children of Ireland.

All join hands and march o’er the fields

unto the shamrock sea of green.

Jump on the back of a purple mermaid,

she’ll take you across the sea.

Then hold hands

with the children of Afghanistan,

then hold hands

with the children of France.

then hold hands

with the children of Israel

and then hold hands

with the children of Iran.

And when you’ve held the hand

of the child of every land

then you can stand together,

then you can dance forever

and then you can say

you’ve had a very good day.

Child of the Emerald Isle

thanks her mother for the

very good tea.

Now she’s off to play

with a prettier smile.

now that she’s been

where she’d like to be.

She plays in the meadow

for the rest of the day

til the leprechauns come

and chase her away.

Then she weaves

her weary way home,

dreaming,

        dreaming,

               dreaming...

Moving ahead into the past

everything’s changing ever so fast.

The future is here but the die was cast

long, long ago.

Returning to a primordial time

embracing the circle

forsaking the line,

experiencing the eternal rhyme

we continue to grow.

For centuries now

we’ve been playing with war

but that’s not what living is for.

We’ve only to walk out along the shore

to see how it can be.

Earth and sun, water and wind

coming together as the tide comes in,

interdependent forces within

creating harmony.

And all around the planet

there are forces that prevail,

in the spiral of a seashell

in the song of a whale.

And as we learn to listen

the journey can begin,

the wisdom of our ancestors

is coming round again.

Cities of power encircle the globe

exploiting the needs

of the flock and the fold.

But all that power is too much to hold

and the walls will fall.

But out on the desert or high on a hill

you can see the stars shining still

the message is clear to those who will

answer to the call.

Visions are as real

as you believe them to be.

And I’ve got a vision of harmony.

The pattern of life is easy to see

but it’s harder to hold.

The more we try to be in control

the more we’re losing touch with the soul

And so I’m realizing my role

as part of the whole.

And all around the planet

there are forces that prevail,

in the spiral of a seashell

in the song of a whale.

And as we learn to listen

the journey can begin,

the wisdom of our ancestors

is coming round again.

The sacred teachings

of long ago

and all of the stories

that have ever been told

are journeys from

the depths of the soul

to the great beyond.

Pyramids and standing stones

resonating with ancient tones

legends from the days of old

still carry on.

And as this web

of consciousness grows

all around the world it flows,

filling up the spirits of those

who care to hear.

Weaving our way

through the fabric of time

feeling our way and following signs,

By listening to

the rhythm of time we can hear

the Music of the Spheres.

And all around the planet

there are forces that prevail

from the spiral of a seashell

to the song of a whale.

And as we learn to listen

so the story will begin

the wisdom of our ancestors

is coming round again.

Look into your heart

what do you see?

Linger by the light of fantasy.

Listen to the colors of your dreams,

make-believe is much more

than what it seems.

When you’ve seen the river

fill the sea,

then you’ll understand eternity.

Holding on will never let you go,

Follow the flow,

feel it wherever you go.

Winding down the melody of time,

rolling with

the reason of a rhyme.

Turning back

and circling round and round,

searching for that very special sound.

And when you seem to hear

that silent song

open up your heart and sing along.

When dancing diamond

lights begin to glow

Follow the flow

feel it wherever you go.

I have seen her out walking alone

down by the waves breaking,

the sand and the foam.

As she gazes out into the misty dark sea,

she appears to be lost in a dream.

I have watched her as she walks alone

all along the wide river and over the hill

to the edge of the canyon

beneath the night sky

with a faraway look in her eye.

She appears to be trembling with fear.

the night is so dark

and the stars seem so near.

that she longs to reach out

and pick one from the sky.

But she lowers her head and she cries.

She lost her true love to the sea.

A storm took his ship leaving sad memories

And she’d be with him now

but she was not aboard,

so she wanders each night on the shore.

She had lived for a time near the town.

Then was lost in a fire

when the old church burned down.

But the sorrow had taken control of her life

and it kept her from reaching the light.

Now I long so to set her soul free

and help her cross over

into eternity.

For her grief how it binds her

as surely as chains

So between the two worlds she remains.

For her heart is so heavy and low

I long to run to her and hold her so close

But she passes right through me

as she runs down the hill,

and leaves me alone with a chill.

So I sing to her every night.

With hopes she’ll discover a passage of light.

And that the tune will deliver her

on wings of song

to her true love where her heart belongs.