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Twenty Questions - words & music by Mark Sloniker ©2005 |
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Who in the world do you think you are? |
Where did you come from? How did you get this far? |
What in the world are you here to do? |
And when you’re done here… |
Where are you going to? |
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Was the sailing smooth on the journey here? |
Were the waters rough? Did the stars shine clear? |
Have the storms, on the sea, helped you tame your fear? |
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What in the world are our lives made of? |
Are we on a secret mission, to turn all things to love? |
When in the world will this journey end? |
Is there a final answer waiting around the bend? |
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Could it be there’s a place, far beyond our sun? |
Where the human race could embrace as one? |
If we could see it through is the journey done? |
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Where in the world can a soul find peace? |
When in the world will the violence cease? |
Why in the world would a soul choose fear? |
Who can decide how heaven might appear? |
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If I choose the light, will this new path start? |
If I lose my mind, can I find my heart? |
Letting kindness steer, drawing ever near. |
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Who in the world do you think you are? |
Where did you come from? How did you get this far? |
What in the world are you here to do? |
What is this presence? |
Guiding me and you? |
What is this presence? |
Guiding me and you? |
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Miracles - words & music by Mark Sloniker ©1999 |
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He sees miracles in the dawn's early light |
He sees miracles in the first star at night |
He sees miracles in the simplest of things |
In a butterfly's flight, in a hummingbird's wings |
In the magic that each moment brings |
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She finds miracles in the thunder and rain |
She finds miracles in a fire fly's flame |
She makes miracles with a hug and a kiss |
In just holding hands through moments like this |
She finds miracles in such bliss |
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When did I go so far astray, |
That I stopped running wild, that I stopped playing free? |
Searching in hopes I'd find my way |
I found a child of three, with so much to teach me |
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'Cause he sees miracles in the marching of ants |
And she sees miracles in a honey bee's dance |
They see miracles in the simplest of things |
In the first winter snow, in the blossom of spring |
In the magic that each moment brings |
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She finds miracles on the string of a kite |
And he finds miracles in a moment's delight |
They find miracles on a warm summer breeze |
In a puddle of rain, in the climbing of trees |
They find miracles in moments like these |
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Where in the world did I lose track, |
When the wonders of life, lost their wonder to me? |
It's time that I found my way back |
There's a child in my heart…'n' |
She yells…"allee allee in come free" |
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Then we'll find miracles, whether young or old |
We'll find miracles in each story told |
We'll see miracles when we laugh or we cry |
Through all of our lives, 'til the day that we die |
There's a miracle, even in goodbye |
For we're miracles…You and I |
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Almost Home - words and music by Mark Sloniker ©2003-2004 |
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“Look there,” he said from the bow of his boat |
He was long overdue; he’d been given up for lost at sea |
The tear in his eye saw a sea gull fly over |
He said, “Where did you come from? Is it land, could it be?” |
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“Could I be almost home?” said the way weary sailor |
“Could I be almost back, from a journey to eternity? |
I feel almost there, back to right where I started, |
From when I first parted, to see what I could see |
Now in some strange way, it feels almost like home to me.” |
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He grabbed his spy glass and climbed up the rigging |
High on the main sail to have a look-see |
There was a fragrance of flowers and the smell of the mountains |
And on the horizon, was it land? Could it be? |
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“Could I be almost home? These waters feel familiar to me |
Could I be almost free from the storms on the sea? |
I feel almost back to the place where I started, |
And though I don’t feel this feeling could be wrong, |
Could it be, in some way that perhaps I've been home all along?” |
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High on a cliff lived a luminous lighthouse |
She was shining her light, in hopes to show the way |
She said, “Keep to deep water. Steer clear of the rocks here, |
Until the green current pulls you into the bay.” |
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She said, “You’re almost back |
We wondered what became of you |
You’re almost here,” beamed her light across the sea |
“You’re almost there. Take your time, what’s your hurry |
On a journey through eternity, |
You know each storm and each calm |
Are what brought you back here to me.” |
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There in the village was an old woman waiting, |
Waiting there for her son to come home from the sea |
She was so close to dying, wanting just one more visit |
Before heading home on her voyage so sweet |
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“Could I be almost home? These waters feel familiar to me |
Almost back, in a journey through eternity |
I feel almost home, from a sojourn so long |
And while I don’t feel this feeling could be wrong, |
Could it be, in some way, that perhaps |
I've been home all along?” |
Thru each note in this song, could it be |
We've been home along…? |
Always Home. Always Home. |
Welcome Home! |
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Forgiveness - words and music by Mark Sloniker ©2006 |
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Sometimes I lose my cool, sometimes I lose my head |
Sometimes I can’t believe some of the things I've said |
Sometimes I get riled up, sometimes I just see red |
Sometimes I’m like a child that chooses fear instead |
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Sometimes my words run wild, I don’t mean what I say |
And like that little child, I’d like to run away |
Sometimes I get confused, misunderstand your words |
Sometimes my point of view is strictly for the birds |
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Please forgive me! Please forgive me! Please forgive me! |
Forgive the things I do…and next time, I'll forgive you
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Sometimes I shut you out, sometimes I turn you down |
Sometimes I'm filled with doubt, like I'm about to drown |
Sometimes I just lose hope; I don’t know what to do |
And when I just can’t cope, I take it out on you |
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But now the time is right, I want to make amends |
Do what it takes to heal, and start anew as friends |
So now I’m standing here, ready to find a way |
To break this chain of fear, begin a brand new day |
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Please forgive me! Please forgive me! Please forgive me! |
Forgive the things I do…and next time I'll forgive you |
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So now I know it’s time to make a brand new start |
It’s time to change my mind and listen to my heart |
Please look into my eyes, if you could stand right here |
I know you’ll realize that I am most sincere |
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Please forgive me! Please forgive me! Please forgive me! |
Forgive the things I do….and the next time, I’ll forgive you |
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I’ll forgive you, you forgive me |
Walking this walk, setting us free |
Turning to love, learning to live |
Until there’s nothing to forgive |
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I Choose Love - words & music by Mark Sloniker ©1998 (2000) |
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All of my life comes down to one decision |
All of my life – one choice |
There is only now |
And in this moment two things to choose from |
And I choose love this time; I choose love and each time |
That I choose love, then there is only love |
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Sometimes, I walk in the canyon |
I call out in one voice |
And what comes back from each reflection |
Makes this seeker's heart rejoice |
For I seek love this time, and I find love each time that |
I choose love, for there is only love |
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'Cause I can choose fear and get a little scared if I choose to |
And I can feel lost and feel separation |
I can feel trapped and get real mad and loose my temper |
Sometimes there's so much anger deep inside of here |
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Sometimes, I need to let go and roll with the punches |
Sometimes, I need to be still and listen to my heart |
And in time, I learn to let go and grow in the silence |
And in time, I find the peace that lives in the moment |
In peace, I honor my path and walk a little stronger now |
And in strength, I help someone and help myself out |
And inside it dawns on me there's a choice I'm making |
'Cause I know there's only right now, just this moment and |
I have the power inside to choose, to choose, to choose |
And I choose love this time; I choose love and each time |
That I choose love |
then there is only love |
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This life has just one lesson |
And it's learned through an open heart |
Each moment is our classroom |
Let the lesson start |
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I choose love this time; I choose love and each time |
That I choose love,then there is only love (chorus repeats) |
There is only love, there is only love |
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Om Namah Shivaya - words and music by Mark Sloniker ©1998-2005 |
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Om Namah, Om Namah Shivaya |
Om, Om sweet om |
Om Namah, Om Namah Shivaya |
Home, take me home |
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Om Namah, Om Namah Shivaya |
Om, Om sweet om |
Om Namah, Om Namah Shivaya |
Home, take me home |
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Love is now, love lives in this moment |
Life loves us now |
Essence lives deep inside this moment |
To love we bow |
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Chorus |
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Mother, father, birth us in this moment |
In love right now |
Home is here, right inside this moment |
In love we bow |
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Chorus |
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With each breath, life gives us this moment |
Don’t ask me how |
So this path is our blessed journey |
To it we bow |
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Chorus |
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We live here riding on this moment |
In love’s sweet flow |
Spirit guides us in each loving moment |
In love we grow |
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Chorus (Home, I am home) |
Chorus (Home, I am home) |
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Repeat last verse |
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Chorus 3x (Home, I am home) |
Home, I am home |
Home, I am home |
Home, I am home |
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Oil Can - words and music by Mark Sloniker ©2000-2002 |
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At the end of “The Wizard of Oz”, the Tin Man said, |
“I know I got a heart now" (he said) |
"I know I got a heart now, ‘cuz I can feel it breaking" |
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And at the end of "To Kill a Mockingbird" |
Boo Radley finally comes out (yes he does) |
Boo Radley finally comes out, and he saves the day |
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Well, I know that my life is not a movie |
And I know that I'm not Boo Radley |
But I know…I know I got a heart now |
I finally got a heart now |
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At the end of "Casablanca", Bogie says, |
"It's the start of a beautiful friendship" |
He says, “It’s the start of a beautiful friendship" |
As if nothing else even mattered |
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And at the end of “The Velveteen Rabbit", |
That Rabbit becomes Really Real (yes he does) |
That Rabbit becomes Really Real |
Even though he's old and worn and tattered |
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Well, I know that my life is not a story book |
Yet I know, sometimes life doesn't get good |
‘Til the shiny part wears off |
Then I know what makes us really real then |
Is that we're shining on the inside |
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‘Cuz life's gonna break your heart |
It does it ‘cuz it loves us |
Life's got to break our hearts |
To let the love flow through the cracks |
Thank you for breaking my heart |
Now everything is new again |
And everything is true again |
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At the end of “The Wizard of Oz", Glenda says, |
"You coulda got home all along” |
She said, “You can always get home all along, when in |
your heart you’re really trying” |
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At the end of “The Wizard of Oz", Dorothy says, |
"You all look so familiar to me” |
“You all helped me find my way home, |
Even when I was cryin'…" |
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Well, now I know that my life IS a movie |
And now I know that we're ALL Boo Radley |
Ready to save the day! |
And I know…I know I got a heart now |
I know I'm really real now |
Well, it’s a brand new start now |
Because I know that I can feel now |
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At the end of “The Wizard of Oz”, Dorothy says, |
"Our love can take us anywhere” |
So click your heels together three times with me |
And say 'There's no place like home, there's no place |
Like home, there's no place like… " |
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At the end of “The Wizard of Oz”, Dorothy says, |
"Don't forget your oil can”…so don’t forget your oil can |
Don’t forget your oil can, don’t forget your oil can |
Don’t forget your oil can… don’t forget! |
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(The End) |
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Love is a Work of Art - words & music by Mark Sloniker ©2000-2002 |
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Take Heart, let her find her song |
We are soul survivors, in a Love so strong |
So amazing our creation, how it pulls us all along |
Love calls us now |
Love calls us now |
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Give us this day, a sun so warm and bright |
We'll find our way; compassion shines its guiding light |
Let's close our eyes, and we’ll behold through shear delight, |
That Love calls us now |
Love calls us NOW |
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Love is a work of art; love is a work of play |
Love is a dance of stillness |
Stillness while we swing and sway |
A Play is a made up story |
Where characters find their way |
Love is a work of art, and art is the love of play |
Love calls us now |
Love calls us now |
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Take heart, and there she'll find her song |
Her voice strengthens now |
Courage makes her vision strong |
Time and space are just illusions, we knew it all along |
Love moves us now |
Love proves us now |
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Love is our work of heart and Heart knows the art of play |
Love is a dance of stillness, stillness while we swing and sway |
A Play is a made up story, where characters find their way |
Love is a work of art, and art is the love of play |
An artist is anyone who loves to play along the way |
Love is a warm sun rising, calling us to a brand new day |
Calling us to this moment |
With only one thing to say, and She says… |
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"I'll help you work things out… |
If you'll come out with me and play!" |
"Will you come out with me and play?" (repeat) |
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Cell Phone Blues or Googling for God - words & music by Mark Sloniker ©2007 |
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(Prelude) |
I came to this earth to find goodness and God |
And to live those Golden Rules |
Just me inside this human space suit |
Oh, and I brought some simple tools |
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Got my cell phone on my hip here |
Got my beeper over thar |
Got super instant text messaging |
And a fax machine in my car |
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There’s a TV in the back seat |
It’s a wide screen plasma thing |
Got a GPS that insures success |
So I’ll never turn up missing |
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Got a computer in the dashboard |
And another one under the hood |
Got a micro-chip implanted in my head |
So I can keep texting you even after I’m dead |
Boy ain’t technology GOOD! |
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But right then an angel called down at me |
In a voice all sweetness and bliss |
She said perhaps I need to heed her words |
And her words, they went something like this… |
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Turn off your cell phone |
Turn off your TV |
Turn down your pager |
Turn off your MP3 |
You got to turn off your fax machine |
Turn off your car |
You got to turn ON your HEART Light |
If you want to find out where you are |
Do the low-tech with me baby! |
If you can go NO-tech that’s the best |
And let your heart light shine up to the heavens, friend |
And the Divine’ll do the rest |
(Yea, the Divine’ll do the rest) |
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You got to get off of the internet |
Turn off your computer |
You got to log off, check out, turn down, exit |
Every thought polluter! |
It’s not how big your hard drive is |
Or how big your TV Screen |
You get to shut down, power down, |
Time out, turn off, hang up Everything!!! |
Do the low-tech with me baby! |
If you can go NO-tech that’s the best |
Just let your heart light shine up to heaven, friend |
And the Divine’ll do the rest |
(Yea, the Divine’ll do the rest) |
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Now when Jesus went into the wilderness |
To confront that slippery stranger |
He left his cell phone with the Philistines |
He left his lap top in the manger! |
He didn’t need no instant messaging |
He didn’t need no GPS |
Jesus let his heart light shine |
And rose above that whole big mess |
He went low- tech just for starters |
Then he went no-tech just for grins |
Why, with the unlimited power of the SOUL phone |
You can wash away your sins |
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When Buddha sat under the Bodhi tree |
He freed himself of technology |
His suffering was abated |
And his spirits were elated |
Do the low-tech just like Buddha |
See how low-tech you can go |
Buddha took it down to nothin’ babe |
Now there ain’t nothin’ he don’t know |
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So turn off your cell phone friend |
And listen to me |
I said, turn ON your SOUL phone |
No worry, it’s toll free |
There’s a message inside the silence |
There’s a healing there within it |
You can talk to God any time you want |
You were born with unlimited minutes |
Do the low-tech with me baby |
If you can go no-tech that’s the best |
Just let your heart light shine up to heaven friend |
And through your soul phone you’ll be blessed |
Just let your heart light shine up to heaven |
And the Divine’ll do the rest! |
(Yea, the Divine’ll do the rest) |
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Here We Are - words & music by Mark Sloniker ©2001 |
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It’s ever near, it’s never far |
Have no fear, for here we are |
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Here we are, dancing on one speck of dust |
Alive for this moment in time |
Until this fine speck turns to rust |
Ah, but for now there's still time |
Just time enough for today |
Just time enough for a dance in the meadow |
A picnic, a rain storm, a play |
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Here we are, all dressed up with no place to go |
We're messed up yet each day we grow |
Though sometimes when I see a wreck |
It feels like we're going to heck |
I wonder could anyone out there be driving this speck |
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But then comes a feeling inside |
It comes as a gentle guide |
Saying in every moment |
Our love can turn wreckage to gold |
And in this moment now |
I am choosing that feeling to hold |
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Perhaps there's a steering wheel |
That guides us through how we feel |
Steering us, from a place both inside and above |
Steering us home in the general direction of love |
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Here we are, playing to an audience of one |
Part of the cast which includes |
Everything under the sun |
To be or not to be, to see or not to see |
That all of the world is a stage |
And we are the ink of a playwright |
Embracing each page |
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Perhaps we write our own part |
And then learn our lines by heart |
As the plot thickens each beating heart quickens |
As the playwright keeps writing |
From a place both inside and above |
Steering us home in the general direction of love |
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Perhaps there's a steering wheel |
That guides us through how we feel |
Steering us, from a place both inside and above |
Steering us home in the general direction of …. |
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It's ever near, it's never far |
Have no fear, for here we are |
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Namaste - words & music by Colleen Crosson ©2005 |
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Namaste , I honor that place in you |
Namaste, I honor that place in me |
Where the entire universe resides |
That place of love, of light, of truth, of peace |
Where if you are in that place in you |
And I am in that place in me |
Then there is only one of us |
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Namaste-hey,hey |
Namaste-hey,hey |
Namaste-hey,hey |
Namaste |
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Namaste, I honor that place in you |
Namaste, I honor that place in me |
Where we remember our divinity |
That we are bound in love to all, |
Seen and unseen |
And when you are in that place in you |
And I am in that place in me |
Then there is only one of us |
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Chorus |
Chorus |
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A Life in the Day - words & music by Mark Sloniker ©2000 (2004) |
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The dawn breaks, the moon quakes, |
The sun wakes up the morning star |
The night surrenders to the day in a silent bow |
The dew shakes into clear lakes, forgives all past mistakes |
Last night was a distant then; this morning is our only now |
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Love is a sweet surrender, love is a deep surrender |
Love is time’s secret mender, love is our choice alone |
And in the act of choosing, we pass beyond win or loosing |
Into this moment where love welcomes us home |
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The sun climbs into the noon sky |
A bell chimes, echoes its own reply |
While people take their noon repast in a courtyard in the shade |
It’s busy, yet lazy, part dizzy, half crazy |
As morning surrenders to the afternoon that she surely made |
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Chorus |
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The field mouse surrenders to the falcon |
The pollen surrenders to the bee |
The raindrop surrenders to the stream, |
Which surrenders to the river, which surrenders to the sea |
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The warm light of this late day |
Shadows grow tall then fade to gray |
A breeze blows; the sun grows sleepy in its slow decay |
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A bird sings a vespers tune |
This day will take its leave so soon |
Her song is like an offering |
As day surrenders into evening |
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The sun sets, the night falls, the sun has no regrets, |
None that the night recalls |
A star shines, the moon glows |
The earth takes off her daytime clothes |
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Someday the sun will set upon its last day |
It’s had a great life, and now it’s time to fade away |
And in its last act of making light of everything |
I think I know just what the sun might sing |
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(She sings) Love is a sweet surrender, love is a deep surrender |
Love is time’s secret mender, love is our choice alone |
And in the act of choosing, we pass beyond win or losing |
Past any why or how, into the ever present now |
Past any there or here, beyond any doubt or fear |
Into a timeless space, a spaceless time of endless grace |
It was our choice to wander; it was our choice to roam |
And by our choice we now return |
Where love welcomes us home |
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