Until I Hit The Water

I would dust off my wings and fly for you

Into the boundless sky

But a fog obscures my view

So heavy that no sun’s shining through to guide my way

No pressure of speech holds sway

In giving my gift to you I diminish myself

And there’s nothing that I can do

Dust me off

Wind me up

Enjoy my flight before I’m plummeting

No don’t go

Watch the show

Stay until I hit the water

When I’m up I have healing hands

Low and I’m under sand

Get a mouthful when I talk

That turns to spacedust

When I’m back on my moonwalk

And up again

Transforming all my pain

Turning water into wine

And painful lessons into teachings divine

Dust me off

Wind me up

Enjoy my flight before I’m plummeting

No don’t go

Please watch the show

Stay until I hit the water

Words and music P + C Lee Boyd Music 2008

The incredibly astute insights at the heart of spiritual philosophy are not only as forceful as any in contemporary scientific thinking, but in many ways amount to the same thing.

There is no effective difference between "spiritual" ideas such as ’as is the microcosm so is the macrocosm’ (Hinduism), ’as you sow, so shall you reap’ (Christianity) and ’with our thoughts we make the world’ (Buddhism), and the modern "scientific" concept of the quantum relationship between reality and mind.

It’s not "I think, therefore I am", it’s "I think, therefore everything is".

Whilst Dawkins et al. can be forgiven for being ignorant of the real philosophical treasures at the heart of ancient dogmatic religions (that would take require proper research, after all), it beggars belief that these celebrated scientists are also ignorant of the cutting edges of their own disciplines.

Scientists like Dawkins persist in throwing out an important baby with the religious bathwater.

Being scientists, they should be better aware than most of the malignant effect of dogma, surrounding and finally engulfing (as it always does) truly original thought.

© Lee Boyd 2008. All Rights Reserved.

Lyrics and music P + C Lee Boyd Music 2008

I've only just discovered that virtually my entire "life Is A Mirror" album was played last year during one show on Australian radio station  Nothing Happening

http://latham.dropbear.id.au/radio/nh-314.htm

ps as soon as I have settled on the title for my new song (i'm torn between "Snowflakes" and "The River's Kiss" at the moment), and mastered the bloody thing, I'll post it, along with the lyrics, here.

From Shiva's 112 replies, approximately 5,000BC, India:

Q. Mistress, what is this thing called existence? What are we to do?

A. Gracious One, play. The universe is an empty shell wherein our minds frolic infinitely.

We still had Goddesses, in those days, before the world's priesthoods and spiritual philosophies became dominated by men. 

Bring back emancipation for women!

Michaela and I are slowly settling in to a new life in the heart of Hamburg in Northern Germany - an incredible contrast to our eight years living quietly near the sea in Conrwall.

My studio has been installed so expect a new song soon. I have been writing it since the Summer but couldn't manage to finish it in England as the encroaching chaotic lobster of the imminent move slowly stirred up our settled home life with its huge red mandibles.

You never enjoy the world alright, till
the sea itself floweth in your veins, till
you are clothed with the heavens
and crowned with the stars.

- Thomas Traherne

'Until one is committed, there is hesitancy, the chance to draw back, always ineffectiveness. Concerning all acts of initiative (and creation) there is one elementary truth, the ignorance of which kills countless ideas and splendid plans: that the moment one definitely commits oneself, then Providence moves too. All sorts of things occur to help one that would never otherwise have occurred. A whole stream of events issues from the decision, raising in one's favor all manner of unforeseen incidents and meetings and material assistance, which no man could have dreamed would have come his way. I have learned a deep respect for Goethe's couplets: 'Whatever you can do, or dream you can, begin it. Boldness has genius, power, and magic in it.' 

- W. H. Murray, The Scottish Himalayan Expedition

Another Blue Horizon

Another blue horizon
It's true
Another floor to get to
Me and you

Another rose bush
In the garden
A verdant valley
Over the mountain

The missing link
In the equation
The magic number
The solution

The secret tunnel
To the harbour
The safest shortcut
Through the forest

lyrics and music p+c Lee Boyd Music 2007. All rights reserved.

mountain temple
deep under snow
a bell

more here

The Pupil Of Your Eye

No answer
If You're looking around
Trying to find out

The meaning of your life

Because there is one

Though you won't find it

But through causes

Or effects

The third eye

Gazes inwards

Unblinking

Unjudging

Unflinching

Recording Akashic records

This is your life

Watching, waiting, looking

Making your own life

With the pupil of your Eye

A girl riding

A swing

Swinging to

Swinging fro

Swinging to

Swinging fro

But how did

That swing first go?

You throw

The soft dishcloth

I catch

The soft dishcloth

With the soft

Cotton cloth

Of my dishcloth mind

Watching, waiting

Looking, making

Your own life

With the pupil

Of your Eye

words and music P&C Lee Boyd Music 2006

Haunted

Come in alone

Push the door shut

Turn the lights on

Cross the hall

Make my way

To the once living room

I see your smile in the steam

Curling from my coffee cup

I know you're near

Wrapped in my arms

Like a lost child

And what kind of man

Could leave a light

So brightly shining

That he sees a ghost

When there's really no trace

Of you?

And what kind of man

Neglects to see the magic

And forgets to put a pedestal

In its place?

I wait in a room

That harbours

Your reflections

Softly sifting

Into the gloom

Of the garden

Like a leaf

I see your face in the mirror

When I climb the stairs

I know you're near

You're trapped in my heart

Like a lost dream

And what kind of man

Could leave a light

So brightly shining

That he sees a ghost

When there's really no trace

Of you?

And what kind of man

Neglects to see a tragedy

Unfold before him

Like a storm on a sunny day?

Words and Music P+C Lee Boyd 1995-2007

I'll Make It Up To You

I'll Make It Up To You

I'll Make It Up To You

I'll Make It Up To You

words & music p+c Lee Boyd Music 2006