I've spent so much time looking at things
whose very being is in question
that my own soon becomes so
but when the light is right everything everything
becomes divine
but when their song sounds wrong
the only life is the life
that exists in paradise
paradise ain't here, is it anywhere?
what choices I've made not to go there
are not the choices I would have made
if I had known better, if I was stronger
maybe with a different body
maybe with a different mind
maybe on a different earth
maybe under a different sky
but when their song sounds wrong
the only life is the life
that exists in paradise!
where is paradise?
Nothing separates the battle from the mountain
blood and screams don't leave
blood and screams
don't live on the edge of a shadow
the grief and the quiet
won't leave from this life
or this place, this place, this place, this place
its name becomes the event
it always had this name
knowledge of what has happened
knowledge of what's to come
lives in star
lives in stone
lives in life
lives in death
and all is all
forever
and always was
before
and before star
and before stone
was forever
and inside
was this place, this place, this place, this place
No it never goes away
no truth would give up so easy
she burns from the orb in two ways
forever within and forever without
then a friend comes and says
"I don't know what is right
but in this light what you are doing
is wrong"
and that was too much for a western soul
so you take the road only the demons take
and they welcome you with their sad eyes
and the demons know the final truths
that's why they're alone, that's why they don't talk
but that's not too much for a western soul
behind you was built
a world against the world that is
made of color and light and it never goes dim
and it has no sun so no sun can set
and it has no rain so no rain can make it right
golden golden golden day
golden way
golden light, golden end
no one's right but the demon's only friend
golden light, golden end
no one's right but the demon's only friend
golden golden light
golden golden light
It was uncertainty
that held my name
held it in the darkness
soundless
it was uncertainty
that let me have no friend
when I looked like the elk
but my eyes: the wolf
my movements: the water
my words: the wind
my truth: I can't understand
my hesitations: the human
all parts undoing each other
my only friend
became the wind
the wind, the wind
oh, how they saw me
and echoed what solitude
I had in my heart
and their voices
held my name
The Empty Eye
The Waiting
For the Homesick
Sleep, Take Me
Tavaputs -
Is It Separate From The Road - Ben, Ja
The Form - Ben, Wren, Matt, Ja
The Life That Is Separate - Ben, Wren, Matt, Ja
28 Forms - Ben, Wren, Matt
The Crying Winds
The Strange Wind
28 Forms
28 forms on the badland
one brought his heart one brought his fight
one brought anything that she ever owned
for the wind to take along into its own
against the dawn built of the blue clay
built of the faded night built of the sage
and they'll fade, they'll fade, they'll fade, they'll fade
they'll fade in the sun until it's gone
then to kill choice forever let it lead
not the thousand's voices you can see
return to the star that pulled up the moon
along the plumb line that links all to all
and if it rains, and if it rains, and if it rains, and if it rains
if it rains the rain will fall straight through
and the wind will haul it off into the blue
no one left alone
and I'll be sure, I'll be sure
I'll be sure that it's not you
The Life That Is Separate
the dawn star unreal above a band of blue
and the fire went out, ash poured across the ground
you walk into the trees, all along the hill
the two shades of blue make up the life that is separate
it makes up the life that is separate
it breaks it from the one that is wrong
they show you what could have been done
and then how you have to go on
you pray all day to the thing that made all the pain
then you pray all night to the thing that might take it away
you say give me a new life
give me a new world
be a different grace
one that precedes no world
one that will stay nothing and let us stay nothing too
one that will stay nothing and let us stay nothing too
when the wind blows in the pines
it's on the tips of all of their tongues
the nothing that there was before there was nothing
and they say before the life that is separate
was broken from the one below
before it was broken from the one, there was nothing to be broken from
before it was broken from the one, there was nothing to be broken from
he Form
there is always the form
which precedes the form
of the choice
the choice you've made
or the one you won't
will you know it when you see?
can the image hold
at least what the form can hold?
porcupine?
canyon elk?
I thought that I owed you
now i know how and why i do
now i know how and why i do
ahead is a form
black against the darkness
swimming in the void
restless in the fabric
that tethers all to all others
with a black thread and a gray thread and a white
but when I get there
who will it be?
and if it's me
then who will i be?
Is It Separate From the Road
out on the road
before the first gray light of dawn
the stars will fade
but the wind will stay
no less no less when you're gone
it will be further further than you thought
oh how i wept
once for each half of my origin
and the gray earth beneath them both
is it separate from the road?
what would they all say
if they saw me leaving alone
would one of them stand and one of them say
hey boy why can't you stay
it will be further than you thought
oh how i wept
once for each half of my origin
the gray earth beneath them both
is it separate from the road
first comes that yellow light
then that red light
then that blue light
then finally the white
is it is it is it separate from the road?
The Empty Eye
nothing can prepare you for
the dream of the dream to come
nothing can prepare you for the
hardest hardest day
when the body one day won't reach out for the sun
one day
but the sun will burn no less
there is the kind of night which restores the day
then there's the kind of night that casts it's shade
day after day after day
after day
what is it that kept me awake
what is it that kept me awake
the empty eye!
I wept at 4 am for what emptiness i saw
that lay burned by the stars and scorched by the sun
and for the letter that i can't write
and for the call that i can't make
nothing can prepare you
the ones that we lost travel with us
(world imbue the empty eye with light)
and when you turn and look back down the road he is fine
(world imbue the empty eye with light)
the pain at the end
(world imbue the empty eye with light)
didn't last beyond the end
at least not for him
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