The buoyant mind amongst the flotsam of old friends, new ones, ones I'll never see again, ones I couldn't live without...family who are and will be. Wreckage caused, wreckage received...all to the melancholy of a saxophone solo.
And all of it fading like the last notes in Coltrane's 'In a Sentimental Mood'. Nonsense thought giving way to the stillness of 5 A.M. leaving one thought.
What does it mean?
White cloud rivers ran through me
I felt them pass through my bones
through liver and lung
and stomach
Washed me into the big white cloud lake
and I floated
no knowledge of swimming
but I floated
right between fear and mountains
just beneath blues and birds
right next to the Sun
and God
Even in the middle of wind
Even in the middle of wind
Humbled
...
Beneath blues and birds
caught in my scream
right between fear and mountains
....
Humbled
Humbled
Humbled
Humbled
Humbled
Humbled
-Ursula Rucker, Humbled
2 comments:
Salaamat,
nice..i had to look up ursula...wow spoken word has gotten sooo advanced; and how is it that most artists have gorgeous voices too...
sigh.
enjoyed your streams...write more.
your haunted dreams won't ever leave me alone, will they?
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