Wednesday, April 2, 2008

Nanna's poems

I was
When I was young and dreaming
I never stopped to think
The earth I grew in spoke to me,
And the wind taught me to sing

Warm morning sun
Would wake me and
Draw me out in play
When I was young and dreaming
And had no debts to pay

What is the it?
What is the it?
It gives me a fit,
When I hear about it all day long.

Some people do it in rhythm,
others do it in rhyme.

One person paints it in space and
Another will count it in time.

All and any position is fine
If it's in your line,

Cause there ain't one right and
There ain't wrong.

Any tune you hum
Is bound to be your song

Some say it's God
Some say it's gone.

I say it's you
And i say it's me

And we go back to eternity.

Before our bodies mattered and
Our minds became enclosed,

You and I were there together,
We were the ones that chose.

To come out of surrender
When spirit had arose,

To stuff a formless essence
Into heart and hands and toes.

You and I were there together,

We were the ones that chose.