Song: Homeward Bound Lyrics: Simon & Garfunkel I'm sitting in the railway station Got a ticket to my destination On a tour of one-night stands my suitcase and guitar in hand And every stop is neatly planned for a poet and a one-man band Homeward bound I wish I was Homeward bound Home where my thought's escaping Home where my music's playing Home where my love lies waiting Silently for me Every day's an endless stream Of cigarettes and magazines And each town looks the same to me, the movies and the factories And every stranger's face I see reminds me that I long to be Homeward bound I wish I was Homeward bound Home where my thought's escaping Home where my music's playing Home where my love lies waiting Silently for me Tonight I'll sing my songs again I'll play the game and pretend But all my words come back to me in shades of mediocrity Like emptiness in harmony I need someone to comfort me Homeward bound I wish I was Homeward bound Home where my thought's escaping Home where my music's playing Home where my love lies waiting Silently for me Silently for me
Lost in Time
"I've seen things you people wouldn't believe... Attack ships on fire off the shoulder of Orion... I watched C-beams glitter in the dark near the Tannhäuser Gate. All those moments will be lost in time, like tears in rain..".
“Clair de lune” (Moonlight)
Suite bergamasque, Third movement by Claude Debussy
Clair de lune (French Poem) by: Paul Verlaine Votre âme est un paysage choisi Que vont charmant masques et bergamasques Jouant du luth et dansant et quasi Tristes sous leurs déguisements fantasques. Tout en chantant sur le mode mineur L'amour vainqueur et la vie opportune Ils n'ont pas l'air de croire à leur bonheur Et leur chanson se mêle au clair de lune, Au calme clair de lune triste et beau, Qui fait rêver les oiseaux dans les arbres Et sangloter d'extase les jets d'eau, Les grands jets d'eau sveltes parmi les marbres
Translated by: Gibran
Your soul, a landscape of choice made
Where charming masquerading dancers parade,
Playing the lute as they promenade ecstatic,
Sad beneath disguises fantastic.
While singing a minor key tune
Of vanquishing love and a life opportune,
They are incredulous of their own boon,
As their song blends with light of the moon.
From that light of the moon, happiness flees,
While the birds sleep dreaming in the trees,
It bathes sobbing fountains inconsolable,
While svelte water streams among statues of marble.
Means Toward End
Time is but medium that fetters together projections of phenomenal perceptions.
Pulsing Pulsar
The Razor’s Age (Path of Love)
Into to song “Path of Love” by Atman off of album “Nirvana Lounge,” sampling movie “The Razor”s Edge”
Katha Upanisad: The Method of Yoga 12. The Self, though hidden in all beings, does not shine forth but can be seen by those subtle seers, through their sharp and subtle intellect. 13. The wise should restrain speech in mind; one should restrain the latter in understanding self. The understanding one should restrain in the great self. That a person should restrain in the tranquil self. 14. Arise, awake, having attained thy boons, understand them. Sharp as the edge of a razor and hard to cross, difficult to tread is that path sages declare. 15. (The self) without sound, without touch and without form, un-decaying, is likewise, without taste, eternal, without smell, without beginning, without end, beyond the great, abiding, by discerning that, one is freed from the face of death. 16. This ancient story of Naciketas told by Death (Yama), telling and hearing it, a wise man grows great in the world of Brahmā. 17. Whoso shall cause to be recited this supreme secret before an assembly of Brāhamanas or devoutly at the time of the ceremonies for the dead, this will prepare (for him) everlasting life, this will prepare everlasting life.
Trinity
From: Hymn to God, My God, in My Sickness by John Donne “I joy, that in these straits I see my west; For, though their currents yield return to none, What shall my west hurt me? As west and east In all flat maps (and I am one) are one, So death doth touch the resurrection.”
On a mountain by a river that has no end
“By meditating on the three main channels and the four main chakras, may we loosen the tightness of the blocked channels. May all the wind energy enter the central channel, and may we thereby experience the path of clear light. By penetrating the pleasure centers of the chakras, may we achieve the realization of the eternal state of bliss. “ - Lama Yeshe (The Bliss of Inner Fire)
Arbor Axis Mundi
Leviticus 23 3 “‘There are six days when you may work, but the seventh day is a day of sabbath rest, a day of sacred assembly. You are not to do any work; wherever you live, it is a sabbath to the Lord” Haləlūyāh
Blue Creek
I have no identity But what you would have of me. A friend I would be, Or son, brother or father, To your mother, sister, daughter. But If you ask me, Nothing here to see. Guitar on the knee, Twangy variations of Bluesy E With a found blue A.T.C. Somewhere south of Tennessee. Where the Creek would roam, When they were free, Before losing their homes and way For the sake of foreign liberty.