Colleen Crosson singer/songwriter
Miracles ...and other works of heart
Twenty Questions
Miracles
Almost Home
Forgiveness
I Choose Love
Om Namah Shivaya
Oil Can
Love is a Work of Art
Cell Phone Blues
Here We Are
Namaste
A Life in the Day
 
Twenty Questions - words & music by Mark Sloniker ©2005
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?
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?
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?
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?
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?
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.
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?
 
Miracles - words & music by Mark Sloniker ©1999
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
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
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
'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
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
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"
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
 
Almost Home - words and music by Mark Sloniker ©2003-2004
“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?”
“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.”
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?
“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?”
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.”
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.”
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
“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!
 
Forgiveness - words and music by Mark Sloniker ©2006
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
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
Please forgive me! Please forgive me! Please forgive me!

Forgive the things I do…and next time, I'll forgive you

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
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
Please forgive me! Please forgive me! Please forgive me!
Forgive the things I do…and next time I'll forgive you
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
Please forgive me! Please forgive me! Please forgive me!
Forgive the things I do….and the next time, I’ll forgive you
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
 
I Choose Love - words & music by Mark Sloniker ©1998 (2000)
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
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
'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
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
This life has just one lesson
And it's learned through an open heart
Each moment is our classroom
Let the lesson start
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
 
Om Namah Shivaya - words and music by Mark Sloniker ©1998-2005
Om Namah, Om Namah Shivaya
Om, Om sweet om
Om Namah, Om Namah Shivaya
Home, take me home
Om Namah, Om Namah Shivaya
Om, Om sweet om
Om Namah, Om Namah Shivaya
Home, take me home
Love is now, love lives in this moment
Life loves us now
Essence lives deep inside this moment
To love we bow
Chorus
Mother, father, birth us in this moment
In love right now
Home is here, right inside this moment
In love we bow
Chorus
With each breath, life gives us this moment
Don’t ask me how
So this path is our blessed journey
To it we bow
Chorus
We live here riding on this moment
In love’s sweet flow
Spirit guides us in each loving moment
In love we grow
Chorus (Home, I am home)
Chorus (Home, I am home)
Repeat last verse
Chorus 3x (Home, I am home)
Home, I am home
Home, I am home
Home, I am home
 
Oil Can - words and music by Mark Sloniker ©2000-2002
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"
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
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
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
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
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
‘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
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”
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'…"
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
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… "
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!
(The End)
 
Love is a Work of Art - words & music by Mark Sloniker ©2000-2002
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
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
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
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
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…
"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)
 
Cell Phone Blues or Googling for God - words & music by Mark Sloniker ©2007
(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
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
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
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!
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…
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)
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)
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
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
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)
 
Here We Are - words & music by Mark Sloniker ©2001
It’s ever near, it’s never far
Have no fear, for here we are
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
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
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
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
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
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
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 ….
It's ever near, it's never far
Have no fear, for here we are
 
Namaste - words & music by Colleen Crosson ©2005
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
Namaste-hey,hey
Namaste-hey,hey
Namaste-hey,hey
Namaste
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
Chorus
Chorus
 
A Life in the Day - words & music by Mark Sloniker ©2000 (2004)
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
(Chorus)
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
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
Chorus
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
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
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
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
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
(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
 
 
Colleen Crosson singer/songwriter