Lyrics

Verse

the ashes you see
nothing to do with me
the body I had
another ox to be roasted

the spirit I turn
is returning to you
the pattern of thought
of you returning to me

the way that we play
like kids made of sand
watch me skip like a stone
find me in plague

the beaches we knew
we’ll be there no more
but only because
each day’s a new shore

Middle

lived down
the old
would get renewed

burned up
yet it
was not consumed

Verse 2

I put flame to your edge
we’re just paper to me
the twigs of your hopes
crackle and rage

respect your spokes
but know
what your center is for
the burn that they felt
that’s what they paid for

break up the tribe
that’s what sundays are for
because some have no choice
to be up all night

Analysis

Tao Te Ching, 20

Give up learning, and put an end to your troubles.
Is there a difference between yes and no?
Is there a difference between good and evil?
Must I fear what others fear? What nonsense!
Other people are contented, enjoying the sacrificial feast of the ox.
In spring some go to the park, and climb the terrace,
But I alone am drifting, not knowing where I am.
Like a newborn babe before it learns to smile,
I am alone, without a place to go.
Others have more than they need, but I alone have nothing.
I am a fool. Oh, yes! I am confused.
Others are clear and bright, but I alone am dim and weak.
Others are sharp and clever, but I alone am dull and stupid.
Oh, I drift like the waves of the sea,
without direction, like the restless wind.
Everyone else is busy,
But I alone am aimless and depressed.
I am different.
I am nourished by the great mother.

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"Blessed be you, mighty matter, irresistible march of evolution, reality ever newborn; you who, by constantly shattering our mental categories, force us to go ever further and further in our pursuit of the truth." (Pierre Teilhard de Chardin, Hymn of the Universe)

"I have come to bring fire on the earth, and how I wish it were already kindled! But I have a baptism to undergo, and what constraint I am under until it is completed!" (Luke 12: 49)

"Being with you and not being with you is the only way I have to measure time." (Jorge Luis Borges)

"He who kisses joy as it flies by will live in eternity's sunrise." (William Blake)


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Five Irish Proverbs

There is no fireside like your own fireside.

It is not a secret if it is known by three people.

The man with the boots does not mind where he places his foot.

When a twig grows hard it is difficult to twist it. Every beginning is weak.

If you do not sow in the spring you will not reap in the autumn.

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Four Scottish Proverbs

A black hen lays a white egg.

Fire and water are good servants but bad masters.

Give a man luck and fling him in the sea.

He was the bee that made the honey.