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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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| 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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| 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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