This one is dedicated to Andrea:
Nothing Could be Separate
by Steven Walters
Rising with eastern light
Still as the dew of the morning
Fresh from a dreamless night
Filled with a lovers longing
How deeply the branches bough
As deeply the rotos must be holding
May I remember what I'm knowing right now
As strong as the winds may be blowing
That,
Nothing, nothing could be separate from this
Nothing, nothing could be separate from this
Nothing at all
Coffee from a paper cup
So fine on this autumn day
The sights and sounds I'm drinking up
But it's in the silence that I stay
Again I wonder how it could be that
One hand moves all in grand design
Yet under these blue skies I can so clearly see
Even amidst the concrete and fast food signs
That
Nothing, nothing could be separate from this
Nothing, nothing could be separate from this
Nothing at all
Let life come
I will find out what is changing
I will find out what is real
And I will find that place that is no place at all
At the center of the center of
The center of the wheel
So I turn my collar to the wind
And pray that I will remember
What I know so clearly this day
In northern California, late November
That,
Nothing, nothing could be separate from this
No, nothing, nothing could be separate from this
Nothing at all