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Transcript of Songs From a Quest to Peace Volume 8
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Songs from a
Quest to Peace Volume 8
Copyright © 2014 by Kings of Peace, written by Goss Lindsey
All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be sold for profit. This publication may
be freely distributed in electronic format only. For permission or other requests, write to
the publisher, [email protected]. Website: www.kingsofpeace.com
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Contents
through the earth .............................................................................................................. 3
like snow ............................................................................................................................ 4
how the walls tumble ....................................................................................................... 5
faith and experience ......................................................................................................... 7
a game of crops ................................................................................................................. 9
drumming in the field .................................................................................................... 10
our will becomes You .................................................................................................... 12
MLK ................................................................................................................................. 14
the light of freedom ....................................................................................................... 16
walk of the willing .......................................................................................................... 18
Chief Seattle ..................................................................................................................... 20
dreaming the world ........................................................................................................ 22
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through the earth sometimes I close my eyes
and breathe the sweet breath of peace
when I am reminded
of the work still to do
faces come
stories follow
of those in other places
it is all too much sometimes
in sadness and gratitude they remind me
of the journey again
often children becoming adults
their eyes so hopeless
bodies like punching bags
for those with cold reptilian hearts
who have walked away from the Father
so many not yet decided
but day by day growing colder
and closed in their hearts
in my softest moments
to you my arms try and reach
through the earth to hold
they try so hard you would never know
I sit with this small prayer
I sit with these simple thoughts
may they be enough to find you
somewhere somehow
through the earth
Amen
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like snow falling through the pages
of my life
let me drift again like snow
soft and still through these lines
when I am heavy like rain
I fall so fast
not even having a moment to stare
at the calm space between the words
when I fall fast though the moments
of time
it is almost like a fear
a cutting boat through the ocean being pounded
every moment by waves
and time only hurts
let me return to my own grace
my own silence
in the place where all I would keep
has been learned
like snow I am slowly drifting again
first so awkward after a few hard days of rain
then slowly but surely
the calm smile returns
drifting in moments born in years
to the place one day my body will be buried
no rush, no fear
let me rest in the silence
from these seemingly endless words racing to me
from this page
dear Mother hold me
comfort me and keep me safe
let me change old habits still pressing my fall
I am willing to cast these days
upon my peace, falling like snow
gently blown by Your lips
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how the walls tumble the story is not new
and the ending can only be seen in a vision
like a body the end of a world
is imminent
it is only in the notion of perceived time
the difference can lie
end can mean many things
and change is in its own way this
like snow can hide under clouds
to cover the earth in darkness
the sun soon enough will end
its hold
some come to crack the snow
many know their hearts carry this inside
but they know not how to break what seems
like such overwhelming odds
some come to hold the snow
lies and layers of things hidden
for deception and misidentification of what we are
would be their only hope to bind
most only sit under the snow
not knowing either the sun
or those that tend the snow's hold
this is not a judgment on any
for the parasite only eats the host
as it knows no other way to survive
this is a song I sing
from my heart and it is of peace
it a simple story of how
a world is set free
how could we ever doubt the story
we always knew inside
it is not freed by the ways of man
but by the miracle of our Father
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when we gather unto Him
unto peace
so our minds may join
and the sun shines strong
it shines and shines and we carry
this song of our hearts though some days
we become down as we still see the snow
covering earth
but do we not see how it would crack?
suddenly as if it the many blessings
melted day by day as our soft hearts have sung
that we have loved the world and yearned
for Peace
to the dark parasites
that would attempt to hold a brother in deception
the sun has no enemy
it would only undo the veil
not everyone is needed
though all are freed
the release is certain and the glass walls crack
the moment one too many minds overflows with the love
of our Father
the way of His miracle cannot be understood
but its release of all that would bind us to what is not of Him
will be fulfilled
let us allow for it to move through our hearts
in peace and extension for we are so very needed
let us all say Amen
that even one other brother has come this far down the page
with us
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faith and experience upon what would I put my faith
as faith would require
either a belief
or that of an experience
that we change the world everyday
with movements of our body
how would a matter of degrees
block the experience to be true
that we could return to stillness
past the rushing rivers of the world carrying us away
into the sanctuary of peace where we but grow
into what we are
needs no belief
that there becomes no place to chase and end someday
for someday dies in the great now where we are held
embracing as best we can what we hold dear
to what has rescued us this far
for it was not belief but our willingness to be not without
our Father
let us stand beside these things strong like the earth
where faith is not needed if our eyes can see
faith is the degree of possibility
that we know not of
faith is the vision that our small healing
would be enough
faith is the impetus to one more step
when it seems so pointless to an end so distant
march on
it is all we have ever known
our march with Him may be our joy
speak on, write on, love on
for it is our Father's' faith in our seemingly such little selves
that we rise from these small steps in gratitude
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and His word alone gives faith enough for us
to sing these songs
as our steps become sacred
and would be worthy
if we sit in corners with little faith
we are doubting what we cannot logically doubt
for we do not know what is possible through our Creator
we only have experienced what we have seen
let his faith in us
that we would be entrusted to love
and carry His memory to dark places
be enough
Amen
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a game of crops like farmers
we sow the earth
planting seeds so they may grow
and tending to our plants
children, payments, and the to do's
race across our minds
as we walk the dirt
to nurture
crops grow and die
harsh rains flood
soft rain offers
let us be still a moment
eyes open or closed
where the fields vanish
and the sun shines in our heart
where peace is found
and the memory of how we are loved
and love
returns
upon return the plants
seem so colorful
and eyes see past time
of what they may become
released for a moment
in an eternal Holy instant
the game of crops may be seen
for what it is
and with such joy
do we return
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drumming in the field
I sit in this field
in the middle of the open grass
drumming a soft song
with these words
sometimes like fire they rise
in my belly
sit with me my friend
together we will remember
I close my eyes and feel the earth
and the way of man like thick blood
cut my heart
I can see the trail of tears in my mind
I can see the slaves captured on the sea
I can see the prisons
I did not ask to see these things
my heart is hurt but it is a reminder
of why we carry this song
as history is a cycle
with only seeming change
this is a reminder
for today the sun shines
and only in some ways are we imprisoned
but when the books are taken
when the cables are cut
and the food becomes less
the dark days arrive
and sorrow can seem to sit on our heart
this is why we sing
today and tomorrow
as yesterday
the way of man did not fool us
it has always lied to stay in power
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it has always killed to remain
only the face changed
we sing because someday
we too may be in a dark place
where the crops do not grow and what does
is taken
for today our mouths are open
and we have not been quieted
this does not last forever
but one day when the shackle
scars our ankle we remember
the drumming of the song we once heard
the singing of what could not be quelled
I would tell you I am angry
but that is not true
It is only fire reaching through
it may be the last chance
I ever have to drum with you
we all know this inside
sit with me and drum here in this soft field
they cannot take our song
all we can see will be returned
drum the memory of our Father
with our eyes open we see the figures
upon the podiums with flags from many places
as they are
they are all the same
and their will to power is quenched by nothing
I will play this small song
in case one more brother
wants to come home too
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our will becomes You my will become Yours
my decision joined
I refuse to stand alone today
merge to me and through me
in all things my small perception can find
show me only light ahead
for I know not what I see in darkness
my will become Yours
only in most trivial steps do I forget
but the moment of need through space and time
merge into me
and speak to my heart
concepts like peaceful rainbows fill
your vision holds no bounds
yet still my feet walk
through the days right foot then left
and the makings of twisted confused moments
can leave me lost like a child
my simple prayer
lost no more in this blessed moment
may we remember
not only in our heart's vision of peace
but Your guidance upon our walking feet
we know not where we travel
but we travel not alone
our will becomes You
traveling to where we would have us go
for our greatest will
is shared by that of
our Creator
blessed these steps travel
eyes open or closed would not matter
blessed we release our heart
and open the floodgate of intent
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unto you
and so guide our walk
actions, thoughts, words, ears
vision, hands, song, and quiet
Blessed our Will becomes You
Amen
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MLK you did not speak but sang
you did not need a teleprompter
for your message could not change
of peace and love you felt
and through your lips so strong
they shook the very walls
to a man who saw the cold eyes
of tyranny
and how the war was to be won
in peace
not to be fought for
but only stood for
a system of war remains only
when enough minds
believe war is a solution
with only one replacing another
as the next in power
he knew God's Vision
when enough minds no longer fight in blood
the system cannot thirst upon its hate
and starves for its drink of choice
when brothers seek not their hate
it can only fall
and its death becomes nearer with each brother
coming Home
may peace flow inside
may it grasp until we no longer are afraid
until a point comes we are the hungry
we are the oppressed
or maybe that day will never come for us
blessed still God's vision carries
how far away does a brother have to be in injustice
before they do not matter
how many miles or how different
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must they be
I see you brother
I hear you brother
a child of God never asks for war
but in a world where war prevails
yet they know not
how even it thinks
a brother is no different
the insane belief any brother could be different
clings to the darkness and lie
of only illusion
the very root of misidentification
for we stand not as
this short lived shell
sing it brother
and those bought by dollars
who use your name
know not your heart
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the light of freedom
once trapped like a light
inside a box
one day forgetting
how we shine
then one day seeing the prison walls
before not knowing of our imprisonment
etched lines and stories of sadness
gave rise to anger
and so we move right
when pushed left
and so we claw and begin to see
the depth of the darkness
programs entrap minds
as much as skin and bones do the body
still using all we know ourselves to be seeking escape
yet freedom not found
we said we wanted peace
of softer things we dream
we did not ask to see the shadow faces
of our own depths
within and without
but come It does
blessed peace would come
for we someday chose not to fight
earth with earth
and our escape was certain
if only we knew then
what we know now
the years of clawing
give way to remembrance
the box only held the bones
the light gifted by our Father
could never be
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bound
now we speak in whispers
yet called upon to howl
until every last brother
is returned
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walk of the willing once we stood like an egg
shell intact but burning inside
for something was amiss
"why me" we wondered
when the shell was so normal
to those with whom we spoke
until the questions came enough
and a small crack formed
many years later we can see
its shedding was only time
yet we knew not how long
or even of its end
as yolk we still see our shell
shattered gladly
once we trembled
at the thought of our nakedness
once we thought we were losing something
now gladly offered
the walk of the willing
calls for all
yet only some will forge ahead
as the known walls of the ego
peel from their very skin
peace be found unto all
who enter for the kingdom
is no place but where we choose
our entry to it
how could law alter what we know
our very self to be
in a moment of passing
for this let peace be our gauge
to God
none other is needed
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yet when a rock is thrown
that screams to crack the shell
look and look again
and see if the rock was thrown
in love
the walk of the willing
cannot but crack upon its return
to what we were
yesterday
with love and Amen
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Chief Seattle
I sit down upon seeing a genetic strain
that rests within my people
sadly I know this strain
for it was woven within me as well
the very idea that buying land
would make sense to us
that would enslave all of life
beckoned to our calling
has become commonplace
the best of our people
have vanished from the earth long ago
they knew not of the virus
that would see a brother first as an enemy
and difficult it is for us to understand
this would be so
yet look at the animals
they hasten not to destroy entire populations
for only another pond to their name
in which to drink
and people populated this planet fully
many tribes and many ways
remained
the old stories of whom were the chosen ones
I would ask for what were they chosen
and by whom
for in the name of god they have carried
war and suffering unlike any we have ever seen
this is a quest to peace in my heart
no fingers are pointed
and no lands are contended in blood
it is for sanity of mind
we fish for
for our Father will carry
our heart the rest of the way
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this is the beckoning to realize
installed within us rests something
unlike other creatures on the earth
and of intelligence I do not speak
reptilian coldness would guide us
blame not the eyes within
or how they got there
see only what it is
for we are more
and may peace and reason be our guide
broken would the thought we could buy a mountain
and own the world
broken would the sadness a brother could be our enemy
when we have none
peace be within
so it may rise without
Father guide us to your truth
so we may be set free
of the chains we see not
within
Amen
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dreaming the world ticking clocks and bouncing stocks
streets with cars rushing place to place
still we can remember the old woman on her death bed's words
"that I wish I took more time to smell the flowers"
dreaming into what
one thousand fears of what would happen
the jobless, sick, downtrodden, and lonely
we dream to not become
no, this is not my dream anymore
rising high to shine to the world
then falling to accept my place someday at my ceiling
that it would hold me to in its eyes
eventually submitting to my destiny
no, this is not my dream anymore
give me this bed to lie upon
heart melted into Your Word
still and sound at last
the dream of what I sought returned
fearless and already broken to what
could ever be taken
may our dreams be of the peace of God
reigning in our hearts forever
Amen