Never here, there or anywhere…
Always on our way, somewhere…
And then the Horizon
Cuts the sky
And through that dancing
It has been our policy for some time now to ask Companions to bring readings for inclusion in our Landscape Weekends…
We first tried this on the Glastonbury Walk-and-Talk weekend and were delighted with the results.
The energies of the earth it seems respond favourably to the human voice, especially when it is utilised to bring forth heartfelt emotion.
…Our readings to date have ranged far and wide over a spectrum of traditions and forms although it seems that the shorter pieces, generally, have more effect.
On the now distant ‘Circles Beyond Time: Seeking the Seer’ weekend one of our Companions chose to give a rendition, unaccompanied of a Robin Williamson composition, October Song.
Coincidentally, we were due to attend a Robin Williamson concert later that week and so the opportunity to tie these two events together became irresistible…
It is a relatively old song now, if age has any meaning for a song, and it was once described by Bob Dylan as ‘quite good’.
‘I’ll sing you this October song,
Oh, there is no song before it.
The words and tune are none of my own,
for my joys and sorrows bore it…’
‘…Beside the sea
The brambly briars, in the still of evening,
Birds fly out behind the sun,
and with them I’ll be leaving…’
‘…The fallen leaves that jewel the ground,
They know the art of dying,
And leave with joy their glad gold hearts,
In the scarlet shadows lying…’
‘…When hunger calls my footsteps home,
The morning follows after,
I swim the seas within my mind,
And the pine-trees laugh green laughter…’
‘…I used to search for happiness,
And I used to follow pleasure,
But I found a door behind my mind,
And that’s the greatest treasure…’
‘…For rulers like to lay down laws,
And rebels like to break them,
And the poor priests like to walk in chains,
And God likes to forsake them…’
‘…I met a man whose name was Time,
And he said, “I must be going, ”
But just how long ago that was,
I have no way of knowing…’
‘…Sometimes I want to murder time,
Sometimes when my heart’s aching,
But mostly I just stroll along,
The path that he is taking…’
October Song, Robin Williamson.
I rather think that the stones of Carl Wark enjoyed our Companion’s rendition of this song, and I’d also like to think that Robin would have been pleased with it too…
For over Two-Thousand years
Fine minds have
Pondered the problem
Of philosophical dualism.
The living soul
A quickening spirit.
This dilemma, perhaps, can
Best be approached by
Considering three questions.
Clean the house
Before a birth?
Tidy the house
Before a guest?
And what must have
occurred before one
Is able to
Do these things?
– Count Jack Black
Darkness is not
Darkness knows no
Earth’s shadow is
As a Day’s sun birthed from Night.
His skin is hard as rock.
His heart huge as a boulder.
His belly thick with spikes.
His eyes glow like dawn.
He sneezes and lightnings flash.
Flames leap from his mouth.
Smoke pours from his nostrils
like steam from a boiling pot.
His breath sets coals ablaze.
He looks down on the highest
and watches terror dance before him.
Is nothing on earth his equal?
…Face of moving water
Breathing in water
The water a breathing face…
Today I will speak to you
For, today, we hold a race
A sprint to the death
Whose spirit yields to the swiftest
The fleetest of foot…
He, who with the most fateful
Imagination of mind
Can picture the year
through a carnival of fear…
It is he whom we call great
He, who grants freedom to stars.