Meditation Song

© Andrew Calhoun, recorded on Shadow of a Wing

Way up in the clouds, there's no resistance
Viewing the ground from a frightening distance
Removed from the struggle, feel your existence
Fade from the clutch of the close and curious
And from your own reason for being so furious
Up where the rolling wheel is one with the word
Above the roar of the crowd, hear the song of the bird

I'll show you something I learned from a pentagon
The five-finger trick, and the ten hour marathon
The fifty-yard dash, and the hundred mile stretch beyond
Take it all easy, and sweet and slow,
When you get where you're going, there'll be someplace else to go
Up where the rolling wheel is one with the word
Above the roar of the crowd, hear the song of the bird

Here it is baby, come find your balance
Stay with the secret you stole in the palace
Of plumbless darkness, and blinding brilliance
Far past your own gossip, and all who would enter
Welcome each circler, and daily dissenter
Up where the rolling wheel is one with the word
Above the roar of the crowd, hear the song of the bird