These are the lyrics to a song I finished in Vermont after a storm rolled through over Lake Champlain while I was reading Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance. There’s a lot I’d like to say about that book, but I feel like I’ve said most of it with this song.
I’m putting the lyrics in italics so you take it extra seriously. Recording will be up soon.
Books burn and stories will fade
The strength in our arms can’t fight against change
The wind’s tide keeps rumbling on.
Look hard at the thunderous cloud,
there’s a freedom inside whispering out
and it’s calling you,
calling you home.
saying, “time will pass and reduce to ash, your bones.”
In a lightning crash, what fills the gap of when it hits…and when you know?
Facts hold our feet to the ground
Mind wanders off, chasing the sound
of the storm cloud that whispered of home.
From in between the Truth and what we see,
it’s thunder pulls out what we choose to perceive
echoing the size of our world.
Time will pass and reduce to ash, our bones.
In a lightning crash, what fills the gap of what exists…and what we know?
Holding strong to stones of belief,
we built up walls where all agreed.
But hear what the storm cloud said?
Even Mountains are shaped by the Wind.
Time will pass and reduce to ash, our bones.
In a lightning crash, what fills the gap of what has been…and what we’re told?
