THE BANYAN TREE (Robert Hunter, Bob Weir & Mickey Hart) (Some poetry and music for a Friday :) ) Running down the muddy road A hundred miles from hope Dangling from a banyan tree I see a length of rope Behind me is a tiger And a killer with a knife One wants me for supper And the other wants my life I got no choice but to grab The rope and start to climb The situation here is such The choice was never mine Hand by hand I pull my body From the mucky ground Up into the sunshine Where the birds are flying round I just keep on climbing cause Theres nothing else to do My hands are getting tired But my spirit pulls me through Dont know if the tree is high Or if the clouds are low Pretty soon Im looking down A hundred miles below The Earth is spinning blue and green Beneath my dizzy eyes But I leave caution to the faint And reason to the wise I see another climber and I think it could be you Climbing up a length of rope Where stars come shining through Was it hope of freedom Or panic born of fear Sent you climbing for your life Up in the stratosphere? I got no fear of falling And I got no fear to fly I believe my soul will live Although my body dies Maybe I am right in that And maybe I am wrong I just keep on climbing And sometimes I make a song This is not the way I chose The way has chosen me Dangling to the the muddy road Beneath the Banyan tree youtube/watch?v=rCcfvGz9snE (07/25/1998) I hope youre having a beautiful, joyous Friday Uplifted and serenaded by the LightSong of Eternal Love Michael SPIRITUAL FREEDOM SATSANG spiritualfreedomsatsang.org - Michaels Blog
Posted on: Sat, 13 Dec 2014 05:11:14 +0000
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