Unclouding Connections
It’s not just an array of clouds in the sky
But the exquisite and infinite texture
That awes me to realise my pinhead of size
Amid wonders no matrix may measure
A rush overcomes me of a luscious joy
As my head and my heart entwine
When my eyes see beyond the scientific laws
To the wisdom that out-fathoms all time
Yes the wisdom that out-fathoms all time
Oh the signs and the wonders that daily display
This beauty of love and commotion
Which the Great Spirit has made in its creative way
Defies reason yet is real through emotion.
© Harry Springford Williams. 2001
But the exquisite and infinite texture
That awes me to realise my pinhead of size
Amid wonders no matrix may measure
A rush overcomes me of a luscious joy
As my head and my heart entwine
When my eyes see beyond the scientific laws
To the wisdom that out-fathoms all time
Yes the wisdom that out-fathoms all time
Oh the signs and the wonders that daily display
This beauty of love and commotion
Which the Great Spirit has made in its creative way
Defies reason yet is real through emotion.
© Harry Springford Williams. 2001
How many people do you know that have managed to get a politician to do anything immediately? Against their will and in front of the cameras for the whole world to see? And outside a NOT QUITE RIGHT (NQR) Supermarket..... Ha ha ha!
What Kevin for 07 Rudd didn't know is what we had already planned him to do a dance for us and so we could not help but smile.
You put your left foot in.... you put your left foot out.... you do the Hokey Pokey and you turn around.... That's what its all about ..... HEY!
Oh and by the way Mr Rudd : I said you had quite the groove as you were a good sport in doing that dance for us all on the spot like that.
I am tickled to reveal the fact that Kevin's legs went to jelly. But we did not sing about jelly so I don't completely understand why he seemed to do that.
Maybe he was showing us his strong individual interpretive character in choosing to wobble rather than strut like the traditional hokey pokey actions. He did give me a stern look when I yelled out "who would like to see him dance"? That must be his thing on the dance floor be it down-town clubbing in Canberra or all over the world. DO DO DO ... Do the Kevin Wobble....
Retrospectively I was unsure as to vote for him in the then forthcoming election because judging on his actual performance he was forgetting his left from his right foot, and his ins from his outs.
However Kevin did still managed to maintain composure. Well I suppose he had to keep it together the camera's were rolling. Look at that wonderful smile of construed concentration.
After that juncture I really wanted to see John Howard do Heads Shoulders Knees and Toes oes oes to make a truly informed decision on who to vote for after Kevin's interestingly interpretive performance.
I am tickled to reveal the fact that Kevin's legs went to jelly. But we did not sing about jelly so I don't completely understand why he seemed to do that.
Maybe he was showing us his strong individual interpretive character in choosing to wobble rather than strut like the traditional hokey pokey actions. He did give me a stern look when I yelled out "who would like to see him dance"? That must be his thing on the dance floor be it down-town clubbing in Canberra or all over the world. DO DO DO ... Do the Kevin Wobble....
Retrospectively I was unsure as to vote for him in the then forthcoming election because judging on his actual performance he was forgetting his left from his right foot, and his ins from his outs.
However Kevin did still managed to maintain composure. Well I suppose he had to keep it together the camera's were rolling. Look at that wonderful smile of construed concentration.
After that juncture I really wanted to see John Howard do Heads Shoulders Knees and Toes oes oes to make a truly informed decision on who to vote for after Kevin's interestingly interpretive performance.
Thank Christ For Consciousness
Now in an age gone past when the world was one
Whole in sums of linking art
Where Gaia Earth was sealed in a womb
And man and gods shared a common path
Then when the pangs of our birth
Came from a watery grave
It produced an existence that polarized our reason
And each new time through awareness in our struggle
Gave light to us
And founded a new season
By tickling ears and eyes through the thrust
Of our creeds of greed and of our lusts
And building our world out of our cosmic dust
Spiritualizing gods as them versus us
Now we’ve spiraled full circle in this hour
To again revisit our natural course
Taking symbols and signs such as water and horse
Coz you can lead a people to water but you can’t make them drink
Unless the are thirsty
Now
That should make us think
As we’ve brought all our lives to the brink
We are the salt of the Earth
And being fluid we don’t sink
Our ore is gone
Our water is dying
We mediate
In pockets of waste
That is lying
Deceived by man and ignoring our land
To ourselves and each other in a speculative scam
Perplexed by complexity in a world we have created
Yet still the slivers of silvery truth are weaved through our psyche
From a time of oneness which is called the All Mighty
Angst from our own might we stand strong through our wrongs
Alighting our ways from truths in ancient songs
As wise ones came and went
That tapped into the light beyond our own
We scrutinize with awe
As it touches the core of our very being
Letting the scales slide
On the simple truths to claim our stake
In mans world gone mad
Tainted by veils of jealousy and hate
Been there and done that is all that’s been said
Never mind what they do
Do what I say
Because the valve of value
Has been piped in many ways
Through past dreams and visions
Of what and where we are today
Confused and rejected
Our simple lives have gone astray
Was it a deception from our infancy to our youth?
Does love deceive?
Does love have no truth?
What is this fountain of life?
The firmament of eternal?
Do we give up and ghost?
Or do we manifest the maternal?
Our caring hearts
Our expressionist arts
And build in the paternal
The right way of thee story is aligning again
As the cosmic pattern dictates
One conscience will yield for self preservation
As ancient songs from our distant past
Amplify out our salvation
As we evolve from ages old
Resolving the keys as the stories are told
In the eons of times
Again we have come full circle
As soldiers of light and love
And blood and fire
We revive in the profound of primal mist
Our breath expressed
Rejuvenated by survival
Hallelujah a Global Revival!
© Harry Springford Williams
30th September 2006
Whole in sums of linking art
Where Gaia Earth was sealed in a womb
And man and gods shared a common path
Then when the pangs of our birth
Came from a watery grave
It produced an existence that polarized our reason
And each new time through awareness in our struggle
Gave light to us
And founded a new season
By tickling ears and eyes through the thrust
Of our creeds of greed and of our lusts
And building our world out of our cosmic dust
Spiritualizing gods as them versus us
Now we’ve spiraled full circle in this hour
To again revisit our natural course
Taking symbols and signs such as water and horse
Coz you can lead a people to water but you can’t make them drink
Unless the are thirsty
Now
That should make us think
As we’ve brought all our lives to the brink
We are the salt of the Earth
And being fluid we don’t sink
Our ore is gone
Our water is dying
We mediate
In pockets of waste
That is lying
Deceived by man and ignoring our land
To ourselves and each other in a speculative scam
Perplexed by complexity in a world we have created
Yet still the slivers of silvery truth are weaved through our psyche
From a time of oneness which is called the All Mighty
Angst from our own might we stand strong through our wrongs
Alighting our ways from truths in ancient songs
As wise ones came and went
That tapped into the light beyond our own
We scrutinize with awe
As it touches the core of our very being
Letting the scales slide
On the simple truths to claim our stake
In mans world gone mad
Tainted by veils of jealousy and hate
Been there and done that is all that’s been said
Never mind what they do
Do what I say
Because the valve of value
Has been piped in many ways
Through past dreams and visions
Of what and where we are today
Confused and rejected
Our simple lives have gone astray
Was it a deception from our infancy to our youth?
Does love deceive?
Does love have no truth?
What is this fountain of life?
The firmament of eternal?
Do we give up and ghost?
Or do we manifest the maternal?
Our caring hearts
Our expressionist arts
And build in the paternal
The right way of thee story is aligning again
As the cosmic pattern dictates
One conscience will yield for self preservation
As ancient songs from our distant past
Amplify out our salvation
As we evolve from ages old
Resolving the keys as the stories are told
In the eons of times
Again we have come full circle
As soldiers of light and love
And blood and fire
We revive in the profound of primal mist
Our breath expressed
Rejuvenated by survival
Hallelujah a Global Revival!
© Harry Springford Williams
30th September 2006
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