A house is never still in darkness to those who listen intently; there is a whispering in distant chambers, an unearthly hand presses the snib of the window, the latch rises. Ghosts were created when the first man awoke in the night. ~J.M. Barrie
Where there is no imagination there is no Horror. ~Arthur Conan Doyle, Sr.
Bound
I watched a wet leaf, fall from the top
It flowed gently through the mist, without a stop
Then the breeze blew it to another tree
It balanced on a branch to the count of three
It continued to drop and float lower down
Then it kissed another leaf and they became bound
Overhead a hawk circled and flew
He didn’t see the leaf, he was too intent, I knew
He glided on the wind in a circular motion
Filling my heart with a longing emotion
Then the crows came and chased him away
His was the hunters life, not bound to stay.
As we go through life, you and me,
Do we drift gently or intently see?
Are we floating on hot air, high above?
Or do we fall and fill our hearts with love?
Are there little sweet things, that we might miss?
Little gentle things, like a lovers kiss!
I think that I shall flow gently down
Letting life blow me all around.
There will be no need to be chased away.
I’ll merely float with the winds, and smile all day
It’s a mellow trip, drifting loose and free
I hope, my darlin’, you can flow with me.
CAWatson 2006
Inner Love
Hold on Darlin’
Let me whisper in your ear.
Let me ease your troubles,
Let me calm your fear.
There’s a new moon risin’
Takin’ the pain from your past
Slow it down, my Darlin’
This time peace is gonna last.
You always look for the enemy
That makes the pain slide through
You gotta see the angels
Let ‘m wrap their wings around you.
I could have died in your life.
You would have shined in mine.
You chose a hard road, Darlin’
You tried to walk the line.
That’ll make you go crazy.
It’ll eat you at your roots.
It’ll make you rage, my Darlin’
It’ll put blood in all your hurts.
So, Darlin’, All I’m sayin’
You gotta find your inner love.
You gotta slow it down, my Darlin’
You gotta feel… that sweet white dove.
CAWatson 2006
Therefore, be ye lamps unto yourselves, be a refuge to yourselves. Hold fast to Truth as a lamp; hold fast to the truth as a refuge. Look not for a refuge in anyone beside yourselves. And those, who shall be a lamp unto themselves, shall betake themselves to no external refuge, but holding fast to the Truth as their lamp, and holding fast to the Truth as their refuge, they shall reach the topmost height. – Buddha
The wind’s blowin’
It’s blowin’ circles ’round me.
I think I’ve paid the restitution
I think I’m gonna be free.
This weight,
I don’t need it no more.
I’ve got my soul cleaned out.
I mended what was tore.
I ain’t carryin’ with me
No baggage that’s old.
It just loads me down
Makes my heart grow cold.
Let the Lotus blossom open
Let our carin’ go sailin’ free
The truth always holds the answer.
And the answer’s what we’ll be.
So, let me feel that wind
Blow it through my soul.
I’ve got peace in my heart.
I’ve got the key to the door.
Yeah, that wind’s blowin’
I love those circles ’round me
I’m feelin’ the updraft
I’m becomin’ free.
CAWatson
Discovering
The beauty comes out
When you’re just sneakin’ thru
And you don’t really know, yet
What the other’s gonna do.
There’s a glowing,
A sensation,
Of beauty and lust
It captures ones soul
As all love must.
It twirls you and swirls you
And gives you insight.
As to the way the world should be
If the world was feeling right.
Things are more electric
More brilliant and smooth
When two people are discovering
Trying to feel the others move
It’s a dance
It’s a walk in the park.
When you don’t know if it’s real
Or, a misguided lark.
Your heart has a new feel
A thundering beat.
And you smile when you think of them
You are excited when you meet.
Oh, love is accelerating
It’s energizing, it’s great.
It’s feeling another
And discovering your fate.
CAWatson 2006
The Firedragon
I saw the Firedragon walkin’ through the woods
And ancient men with long brown hoods.
They turned and looked me in the eye
The sights I saw made me tremble and cry.
They told me of suffering and fire and hell
They told me of truths that made me well
They showed me lives that broke my heart
They showed me glories that embossed my thought
The Dragon turned and continued through the woods
And the ancient men with their long brown hoods.
They took with them my “ball and chain”
They gave me life, I’m free again.
I still look at the woods, on moonlit nights
Wondering about those magical sights.
They are the keepers of the secret key.
They are the gnomes and guardians of all that be.
They were passing their secret on to me.
Man must suffer, there is always pain
But you must cleanse your heart with each new rain.
It’s all about our everyday choice.
Our life will always imitate our voice.
And when we become whole our soul will rejoice.
In my woods
The Firedragon, need walk no more.
But watch closely, child
Life may bring him to your door.
cawatson
2006
