Cattle Prog Festival (1st Annual)
Poor David's Pub - Dallas, TX
7 December 2002
© Stephen Christian Zimmerly
Breathe deep
Breathe
Assume a yogic posture
In this time of storms in our lives
The madness of tomahawk missiles
Flying across a desert seeping with oil
Breathe
And remember that deep down inside
There is no national borders
There is no political parties
There is nothing
Nothing but soul ecstasy
And soul tribulation
And as we take this time to breathe
The soul becomes more focused
As the storms are pushed away
Like a hurricane that comes to shore
And genuflects itself down to rain
Washing clean the grime of the city
It's you and me, everyone inside
We are growing stronger
The light the light the light
We are the spark that starts the fire
The fire that cleanses us all clean
And their souls leave the ground
We begin to levitate
Like mad Buddhist monks on a hillside in Tibet
We levitate
Leave a pattern in the snow
A warmth zone
A circle
Like ripples on the water when a pebble is
Dropped into a still pond
And though
Some of our leaders think
War machines for all the boys
All the boys are war machines
They are wrong
The strongest searchlight has found us
And it's blowing everything clean
We are nothing like anything ever seen
We fly on forever
Fly on forever
Love is your compass
Find your own way
The way you find your love on the slow lapping shore of the sea
Where your lover walks naked in the moonlight (just to you)
And there is no one else around
The way you climb to the highest peak
Of the highest mountain
Of the highest moment of everything
There all by yourself
The light comes down
It is the same
It is the soul orgasm
It is the coming together of flesh and spirit
It is the coming together of flesh and spirit
And it causes Life
Life
So live it
Embrace it
Carry on
Press on
Carry on
Live life before it's gone
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thank you Love
Oh thank you Love
Thank you Love
