"There is an unseen life that dreams us; it knows our true direction and destiny. We can trust ourselves more than we realize, and we need have no fear of change." John O ' Donohue
good to be back - it has been so intensely BUSY. I have missed connecting more. Working With Fabrizio in Rome on the new original album MOON in Capricorn and with MJ Hummingway in Las Vegas on the new Kite Tailor album - Le grand love is happening again with new concerts booked at the A-trane this September --- the musicians are all on these mega tours:) in the moment .... ahhhh the life on the road....
So, I trust you are well and happy. Wishing you a heart full of stars and much inspiration as you continue to share your gifts with the world.
Love and light,
.. ...just click on the itunes button and you carry me with you where ever you go...we can travel the world.
DEAR MICHAEL C. D.: That is a wonderful song. I always loved that song and Rod
Stewart. He really puts on a great stage show!! Have you ever seen him live?
Thank you for the Video!!
Peace. May he waken
not too late from his wraths
to find his window still
clear in its wall, and the world
there. Within things
there is peace, and at the end
of things. It is the mind
turned away from the world
that turns against it.
The armed Presidents stand
on deadly islands in the air,
overshadowing the crops.
Peace. Let men, who cannot be brothers
to themselves, be brothers
to mulleins and daisies
that have learned to live on the earth.
Let them understand the pride
of sycamores and thrushes
that receive the light gladly, and do not
think to illuminate themselves.
Let them know that the foxes and the owls
are joyous in their lives,
and their gayety is praise to the heavens,
and they do not raven with their minds.
In the night the devourer,
and in the morning all things
find the light a comfort.
Peace. The earth turns
against all living, in the end.
And when mind has not outraged
itself against its nature,
they die and become the place
they lived in. Peace to the bones
that walk in the sun toward death,
for they will come to it soon enough.
Let the phoebes return in spring
and build their nest of moss
in the porch rafters,
and in autumn let them depart.
Let the gardens be planted,
and let the frost come.
Peace to the porch and the garden.
Peace to the man in the window.