Highland Dreaming

MacBook-Pro-New: Highland Dreaming working file · 2015

Highland Dreaming I opened up my life book And let out all the words They went rushing towards the highlands Just like a flock of birds The image made a picture Of yellow, blue, and green And there, upon that canvas I dreamed, Of a better life Of a life with you That dream became my passion I gave it to my soul And in the grace I found there I felt the highlands pull So I packed my bags and followed A fool’s path it seemed Up into the highlands To find that dream Of a better life Of a better life with you It’s how I found my peace My inner sanctity As my life was meant to be It’s how I found my soul And how it set me free Up in the highlands Now I sit up in the highlands Living out my dream In peace and love and rhythm In the moments harmony I finally found the garden Nourished by a stream I’ve nothing more to do now Than dream Dream if this better life I have a better life with you Yea, it’s a better life That dream became my passion I gave it to my soul Within the grace that followed I felt the highlands pull So there upon I followed To where my words had fled Up into the highlands To find what I had said On the shelf, my life book waited For the chance to For some hand to come through The silence of the moment Would give away to truth Thereupon I followed That twisting winding path Up to the dreamy highlands Out past the life I’d cast Up to the highland meadows Where in my youth I dreamed And that is where you found me And screamed Of a better life. Highland dreaming. Up there, in the clouds, fresh with dew. The highlands and above the fray The meaningless of life The wholeness of a vision Between a man and wife We take it as our duty To see that truth is done Up here in the high lands It’s fun The highands is a meme for something bigger than I. Soething more than I have. A grand vision of perfect union and being. There is nothing there but freedom and nature. Love and existence. Like in the fullness of youth when we conjour our biggest dreams. When love strikes us hard and fast and we stagger under it weight. We feel all, all at once and are always overwhelmed. The youth of man is a time of struggle and defiance. Of finding our own lives and values. Once we find them we see that they are ancient. They are not our own, they are all man. Every man. Every being. We know this when we are older. When we have travelled downward to find the lowlands of life. I found the path that haunts me It leads me to despair Of all the roads to taunt me Why would I travel there? Take me back up to the highlands That’s where I spent my youth Singing unto nature My truth Of a better life A better life with you. The book was waiting. Patiently. It had a message that would be heard. Would be understood, would be ratified, and blessed. The book waited for the master. The one that would open its’ pages and understand the message within. The book was wating. For the master to come through. To find within the message. The moment of pure truth. Oh, who wrote the book? It stands, on the shelf, in silence. Closed, and ungiving. Weak with stature but strong with message. What is the message? We all know what. We all know why. We have just forgotten. Why have we all forgotten. The blessings that we shared The truth of all around us The sacred in the air? I’m going to the highlands To dream my life away To sit in solemn purpose Today For a better life For a better life with you. I was searching through your heartache I was tracing out the lines It was deeply dug in furrows Like the harrowing of tines Furrows, the pain tilled in, methodically The garden of life I was walking in your garden And tracing out the lines The furrows held your secrets Harrowed deep with tines I was walking in your garden I opened up my life book And in between the lines I found what I was after A spark of the divine It’s how I found my peace My inner sanctity As my life was meant to be I found my better self Waiting on the shelf I just had to choose to take it down! O!