FREEDOM & CHAIRS

What is with all this talk about Freedom and Chairs
And of waking upon Mountains putting on Airs
Of Sowing and Reaping and drinking in Wine
About Weaving and Spinning in a Dance so divine

Of carrying Crosses and talking to Crow
About Crying and Weeping over Seed unsown
Memories and Time that no longer exist
And a feeling of loss as Our Story persists

Can you see, feel, taste, touch and hear the Wild Song
It is the rhythm of Life that pulsates among the Human Throng
The sound that We make as our feet touch the Ground
Is but an illusion we keep in our physical Shroud

Through the countless Journeys we have all taken through the Years
The Ground is growing weary with spent Blood, Sweat, and Tears
I saw the Big Picture as I was making my way
Through trails forged by others and their hurried sway

I took note of the surroundings that they swiftly passed along
And I saw, felt, tasted and touched the sounds of Their Song
"They must be stone deaf," I said out loud
For why can they not Hear their own Sound

Can they not see this jigsaw is almost complete
Can they not feel the crumbling beneath their feet
Can they not taste the change that is in the air
Can they not touch the presence ... for they are the Rightful Heir

And I stand admist all this as it bruskly overtakes me
I am torn asunder yet cannot make my plea
For this is an event whose time is coming near
And now that I can see the Big Picture I do not Fear

For Great Action comes only through Great Loss
And only now are we realizing the Cost
Why fight over what must be and who pays the Price
Because this world isn't made on the luck of the Dice

I want to hold you all in a Loving Embrace
To bathe you All in the Joy and Peace of Grace
But we tend to believe all the Lies we are told
That Happiness lies in things that are Sold