The Birds Above Lebanon

all hustle and bustle and moving around
here to there with too many sounds
stop. and take a look around
quiet your mind and mouth
above us are wings on wind and poles
the freest souls
and a fire light show to the left
seen through an eyelid cleft
a needle through a thread to make you stop spinning your blind spinning head

you see chaos and dark moving insanity
but there truly is actually dancing and harmony

if you would stop and stare and listen and see and be made aware
just a few minutes to spare and share a moment
with these free dancers
and light in the west
before you've driven yourself to death and there is nothing left
you think you've got so much to do
that you can't enjoy and appreciate what's truly true


movement and music moves you
where motion may not
let them move you back
the way you've almost forgot

soak in chaos - heat up Tejas

to here to there
you must fly across
and, just, stop.
stop this - start that
no more yellow lights to sit at


let you go the wind to blow to whence you still belong
whence and when and where to there you rise to breath your song

to this simple wire to rest your soul upon
be here among the fire of
the birds above Lebanon

for in an instant, they're so suddenly gone...