Sweet White Dove

Every day, I see more golden
Where only green used to be.
Soon, will be the bare essentials,
Which, is becoming real fine with me.

As the leaves, change in their color,
Life, it drifts, so merrily,
Finding me in growthful progress,
As my soul, I finally see.

Here comes that new morning,
A morning full of love.
It’s been chasing me down,
It’s my sweet white dove.

I’d tell you the reason,
If I knew the question I’d begun.
Somehow, it doesn’t matter,
Somehow, it’s all been won.

CAWatson10/28/2007

Heal the Lesion

Through the timbers
Of my boggled mind,
I see the path,
I see it shine.
Holding me in distant prison,
From where my soul has finally risen.

Send out your ships
You fair young seamen.
Hoist your nets,
At first sight of fin.
Serenade me through the starry night.
Take my heart on a perilless flight.

Through the darkness,
Light will shine.
Know your purpose,
Live divine.
Deep within me, I know the reason.
Know the way to heal the lesion.

CAWatson 10/20/2007

“You must be the change you wish to see in the world.”

Mahatma Gandhi

A native American grandfather was talking to his grandson about how he felt. He said ‘I feel as if I have two wolves fighting in my heart. One wolf is the vengeful, angry, violent one. The other wolf is the loving, compassionate one.’ The grandson asked him, ‘Which wolf will win the fight in your heart?’ The grandfather answered: ‘The one I feed.’

Native American Story

Time flies like an arrow…
Fruit flies like a banana. (Groucho Marx)

Three stories about The Tao

There was once a monk who would carry a mirror where ever he went. A priest noticed this one day and thought to himself “This monk must be so preoccupied with the way he looks that he has to carry that mirror all the time. He should not worry about the way he looks on the outside, it’s what’s inside that counts.” So the priest went up to the monk and asked “Why do you always carry that mirror?” thinking for sure this would prove his guilt.

The monk pulled the mirror from his bag and pointed it at the priest. Then he said “I use it in times of trouble. I look into it and it shows me the source of my problems as well as the solution to my problems.”

…….

Once there was a horse tied up on the side of the street. Whenever someone tried to pass, the horse would kick them. Soon a crowd gathered around the horse until a wise man was seen coming close. The people said “This horse will surely kill anyone who tries to pass. What are we going to do?” The wise man looked at the horse, turned and walked down another street.

…….

The Tao Speaks: Lao-Tzu’s Whispers of Wisdom
A monk and his novice were walking through the forest. They come to a stream. On the bank there was a beautifully dressed woman, crying. The monks asked her what was the matter. “I am on my way to a wedding. I have to cross the stream to get there, but the bridge has been washed away. I was searching for a place to cross where I wouldn’t ruin the dress, but I can’t find one and if I don’t make it across soon, I will be late.”

Without a word, the elder monk scooped her into his arms, waded across the stream, and deposited her on the other side. Ignoring her thanks, he waded back and the two monks resume their walk. They continued on their journey, but the younger monk was agitated and obviously had something on his mind. The elder monk stopped and asked him what was the matter.

“Elder, I am confused. Our vows prohibit us from fleshly contact with women, yet you embraced that woman in your arms. How can this be?” The elder monk eyed his novice with kindly concern. “Novice,” he asked, “I left her on the bank of the stream. Why do you still carry her?”

I don’t know how I got to write those songs. Those early songs were almost magically written
Bob Dylan.