The Specter

[morningstar]

Alone beside the fire
late the other night -
The smoke was casting shadows
in the Winter's cold moonlight -
When up from out the flames
there crept a Specter in the gloom -
he sat on down right close to me
so I slid over to give him room.

He said - now girl please listen close
to what I have to say -
And it may or may not matter
to the dues you still must pay.
But if you're wise you'll shut your eyes
and hear like you were blind -
The answers to the riddles
that your mind tries hard to find.

I've been around this Universe -
been up and I've been down -
Tried the mediocre life -
I've even played the clown.
I laughed and wept and soared the Heavens
faster than the light -
Watched the night pass into day
and the day pass into night.

I've lived and died a thousand times
and I pondered all the while -
Until I passed the great divide
and the blessed golden mile.

But tell me - does it matter
when you feel all that you feel -
And is it in the "knowing"
that the answers become real
Or is it in the seeking
that the soul learns to be free -

You're journey home is pointless -
You're already there, you see...

[Frater G]

Very nice. Did you write this?

[George the 3rd]

No Matter Where You Go, There You Are
by Luka Bloom

I'll sing to you of a carpenter, a Muslim man
He was forced to join an army, he chose to leave his land
He was born in Northern Africa, with the desert all around
He loved his innocent childhood in the bosom of a desert town
Mohamed left Algeria, his family and his friends
Knowing he would never see his loved ones ever again

You must go, follow your star
No matter where you go, there you are
No matter where you go, there are you
So don't let go of what you know to be true

Mohamed went to Amsterdam, to Paris and to Rome
Nowhere in these cities did Mohamed feel at home
He'd walk the streets into the night, thrown-out wood to find
Making wooden boxes occupied his mind
Little wooden boxes in a line on Mohamed's stand
Bringing food and shelter to a Muslim man

You must go, follow your star
No matter where you go, there you are
No matter where you go, there are you
So don't let go of what you know to be true

One summer's day in Paris, he heard a haunting sound
Of a lonesome Irish fiddle, he let his tools fall down
Looking up he could not see the man, whose music filled this place
But he knew his heart was breaking, and the tears rolled down his face
Mohamed walked until he saw the man, with a fiddle to his chin
He stood and let the music glow, underneath his skin
He felt longing for Algeria, and loving for this song
How the music of a stranger helps the dreamer move along
The carpenter and the fiddler became the best of friends
And Mohamed lives in Galway, where the music never ends

You must go, follow your star
No matter where you go, there you are
No matter where you go, there are you
So don't let go of what you know to be true

By the Claddagh in the evening, you might see this southern man
Selling boxes, toys and fiddles, made with Muslim hand
Don't you feel no pity, nor think he is alone
For the music in his spirit, is his shelter and his home
Mohamed's fire ignited with the ancient jigs and reels
He sometimes chants in Arabic across the Galway fields
His prayers go to Moher, out to the Atlantic sea
And echo to Algeria to the land he had to flee

You must go, follow your star
No matter where you go, there you are
No matter where you go, there are you
So don't let go of what you know to be true

There's a woman in Algeria, she looks across the sand
And hears a loved one's prayer from the distant land...

© 2005 Luka Bloom (IMRO/MCPS Ireland)

[morningstar]

Jan 18, 2010 11:25:03 GMT -5 Frater G said:

Very nice. Did you write this?

Yeah...just a little song that crept up on me late one night...

George - I love the song you posted...beautiful story - beautiful truth....

[vajramukti]

Wow. That just penetrates right to the heart of it all.

Very nice.

[morningstar]

It's been a year since I've read this...
Time here really is fleeting.

It's good to reflect.

When one is alone, a mirror proves their existence.