I like to give the occasional heads up on a band that impresses me. I only came across The Meadowlarks this morning. This sums them up with out any need for my embellishments. Beautiful…
If you look closely each footprint is leading directly to the shore. The rocks still run and roll, and in your palms are years and years and you hardly even know it. It’s almost as if, at some point, the water got so wise the knowledge ran out and all there is to do now is jump inside of it. Surely, we have another window to sit beneath, peeling the stems off of every song, wishing our families were near. All of this runs quickly through our minds as the birds begin landing all around us, staring and singing their sounds. We move little, trying not to scare them away. The Meadowlarks sing and we wait and wait and smile for today.
This is what you shall do; Love the earth and sun and the animals, despise riches, give alms to every one that asks, stand up for the stupid and crazy, devote your income and labor to others, hate tyrants, argue not concerning God, have patience and indulgence toward the people, take off your hat to nothing known or unknown or to any man or number of men, go freely with powerful uneducated persons and with the young and with the mothers of families, read these leaves in the open air every season of every year of your life, re-examine all you have been told at school or church or in any book, dismiss whatever insults your own soul, and your very flesh shall be a great poem and have the richest fluency not only in its words but in the silent lines of its lips and face and between the lashes of your eyes and in every motion and joint of your body. -Walt Whitman