I SEE THE MOON
I see the moon and the moon sees me
The moon sees the one I long to see
God bless the moon and God bless me
And God bless the one I love
Over the mountain over the sea
Back where my heart is longing to be
Please let the light that shines on me
Shine on the one I love
I see the moon the moon sees me
Down through the leaves of the old oak tree
Please let the light that shines on me
Shine on the one I love
Over the mountain over the sea
Back where my heart is longing to be
Please let the light that shines on me
Shine on the one I love
I hear the lark; the lark hears me,
Singing a song with a melody.
Please let the lark that sings for me
Sing for the one I love.
Over the mountain over the sea
Back where my heart is longing to be
Please let the light that shines on me
Shine on the one I love
I kissed the rose the rose kissed me
Fragrant as only a rose can be
Please take the kiss that comforts me
Back to the one I love
Over the mountain over the sea
Back where my heart is longing to be
Please let the light that shines on me
Shine on the one I love.
Showing posts with label communion. Show all posts
Showing posts with label communion. Show all posts
Saturday, March 19, 2011
I See the Moon
In honor of the supermoon tonight, a traditional song that expresses both longing and communion.
Tuesday, November 23, 2010
Danny Kaye "Inchworm"
I have this on 78 vinyl, saved from when I was a little kiddie. I always adored Danny Kaye, and this one always made me cry.
"Inchworm," performed by Danny Kaye"
Two and two are four
Four and four are eight
Eight and eight are sixteen
Sixteen and sixteen are thirty-two
Inchworm, inchworm
Measuring the marigold
You and your arithmatic
You'll probably go far
Inchworm, inchworm
Measuring the marigold
Seems to me you'd stop and see
How beautiful they are
Two and two are four
Four and four are eight
Eight and eight are sixteen
Sixteen and sixteen are thirty-two
Inchworm, inchworm
Measuring the marigold
You and your arithmatic
You'll probably go far
Inchworm, inchworm
Measuring the marigold
Seems to me you'd stop and see
How beautiful they are
Two and two are four
Four and four are eight
Eight and eight are sixteen
Sixteen and sixteen are thirty-two
Seems to me you'd stop and see
How beautiful they are
Seems to me you'd stop and see
How beautiful they are
Thursday, March 4, 2010
Feeling Hot
An older colleague walked into a conversation a few days ago. Without knowing the context - and it doesn't really matter - he heard me make reference to being hot.
"You think you're hot?" he asked (it seemed an overly-incredulous tone).
But here's the beauty. Here's the moment of insight.
Because even just a few years ago, such a comment would surely have hurted my feelin's.
But now? I just replied in the affirmative. Yup. Yeah. Of course!
I grew up thinking that no matter what I did I could never be good enough. I could never be perfect enough. I could never be smart enough. I could never be a boy! I could never be lovable. I could never be worthy of anything good - no matter how I tried, no matter what I did.
Now, with a boy of my own, I see. I was smart. I was pretty. I was talented. I was, in fact, very lovable. And I still am. More so now that I am freed of so many of those fears and insecurities.
And - I am *totally hot*!
What does that mean? I'm not an egoist or a narcissist. I know I don't have the looks or the charisma of a movie star or an incredible singer or actress. I don't have the hotness that seems to be valued via a pornesque lens in the common parlance.
But I'm hot to ME. I pay attention to the sensual pleasures of the moment. I appreciate all the various forms of beauty that surround me. I am grateful for my communion - in my own eclectic and sometimes overly-mystical way - with the cosmos. And because everything has its sensual and spiritual appeal, in one way or another, it rebounds back to me too.
And - at my age, finally - I feel a sparkle inside.
How can I explain it?
It's the love of complexity and life and reality as opposed to the paranoia and fear and projections. It's like the difference between Obama and Nixon.
When you've been on both sides, and have chosen, every moment is a kind of revelation. Fear really is the mind-killer.
Yes. I'm hot! And so are you.
Do you notice the little things that make each person unique? Is it possible to describe someone you care about without telling a story about them? Do you know - right now - that you'll always remember the people you care about in your life? Do you have that level of meta-dialogue with yourself?
If you do - it shines, it sparkles. Not always... but enough.
Pay attention. Appreciate. Be grateful.
"You think you're hot?" he asked (it seemed an overly-incredulous tone).
But here's the beauty. Here's the moment of insight.
Because even just a few years ago, such a comment would surely have hurted my feelin's.
But now? I just replied in the affirmative. Yup. Yeah. Of course!
I grew up thinking that no matter what I did I could never be good enough. I could never be perfect enough. I could never be smart enough. I could never be a boy! I could never be lovable. I could never be worthy of anything good - no matter how I tried, no matter what I did.
Now, with a boy of my own, I see. I was smart. I was pretty. I was talented. I was, in fact, very lovable. And I still am. More so now that I am freed of so many of those fears and insecurities.
And - I am *totally hot*!
What does that mean? I'm not an egoist or a narcissist. I know I don't have the looks or the charisma of a movie star or an incredible singer or actress. I don't have the hotness that seems to be valued via a pornesque lens in the common parlance.
But I'm hot to ME. I pay attention to the sensual pleasures of the moment. I appreciate all the various forms of beauty that surround me. I am grateful for my communion - in my own eclectic and sometimes overly-mystical way - with the cosmos. And because everything has its sensual and spiritual appeal, in one way or another, it rebounds back to me too.
And - at my age, finally - I feel a sparkle inside.
How can I explain it?
It's the love of complexity and life and reality as opposed to the paranoia and fear and projections. It's like the difference between Obama and Nixon.
When you've been on both sides, and have chosen, every moment is a kind of revelation. Fear really is the mind-killer.
Yes. I'm hot! And so are you.
Do you notice the little things that make each person unique? Is it possible to describe someone you care about without telling a story about them? Do you know - right now - that you'll always remember the people you care about in your life? Do you have that level of meta-dialogue with yourself?
If you do - it shines, it sparkles. Not always... but enough.
Pay attention. Appreciate. Be grateful.
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