... the title really says it all ...
... though we lost touch a while ago ...
... first Vipassana Meditation Retreat complete ...
... and it blew my mind ...
... many experiences I hope to write ...
... in a while, for some time to come ...
... today I found this song for you ...
... plus the lyrics to help you see ...
... have a glimpse of my last 10 days ....
... and see that we're connected ....
... yes, we're connected ...
"Connected"
Luke Dick
9/16/12
While I turn the pages of my book
Across the world the author cooks
She pours the wine, while I break the bread,
Because we're connected
Roots beneath my family tree,
Deeper than the eyes can see,
All tangled up like spiderwebs,
Connected
Drums in the darkness
You can feel the pulse
First there was star dust
And now there's us
All I ever was,
All I'll ever be,
Connected
Can you still hear that cosmic spark,
Cannons blasting in the dark,
When we blew out like grains of sand,
Connected
Drums in the darkness
You can feel the pulse
First there was star dust
And now there's us
All I ever was,
All I'll ever be,
Connected
So, pour the wine, I'll break the bread,
We're all tangled up like spiderwebs,
And here we are, still grains of sand,
Connected.
“When we try to pick out anything by itself, we find it hitched to everything else in the universe.” -- John Muir
Luke Dick
9/16/12
While I turn the pages of my book
Across the world the author cooks
She pours the wine, while I break the bread,
Because we're connected
Roots beneath my family tree,
Deeper than the eyes can see,
All tangled up like spiderwebs,
Connected
Drums in the darkness
You can feel the pulse
First there was star dust
And now there's us
All I ever was,
All I'll ever be,
Connected
Can you still hear that cosmic spark,
Cannons blasting in the dark,
When we blew out like grains of sand,
Connected
Drums in the darkness
You can feel the pulse
First there was star dust
And now there's us
All I ever was,
All I'll ever be,
Connected
So, pour the wine, I'll break the bread,
We're all tangled up like spiderwebs,
And here we are, still grains of sand,
Connected.
“When we try to pick out anything by itself, we find it hitched to everything else in the universe.” -- John Muir
