land of my soul

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spell song to reconnect to the source of self

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Harvest's End

esoneiric

Worm

I knew

dog of the day, wolf of the night

where wild violets bloom

atoms unalone

Automatic sound by Hazel Cline. Cover art by Steven Cline.

creation

A poem by Nimoz (Samjogo and I)
26 April 2024
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crackling in the air
a sign of life ignited
your hand like a bird

a crackle in the blue
the fresh green air
of youthful exhalation
new leaves reach into the sky
they know how to read
the signs of life ignited
bury your face like the leaves
run your hand
like a bird
along the seams

the sky is breaking
into a run
you are a storm
that runs with it

your hand like a bird

Song based on Poem by Nimoz

30 August 24 A

the eldest tree groans
an unbroken line of ants
bridge of horizon

the eldest of all trees
looks down into the deepening pale
its bleached bark is a groan
there is an ache to the weightlessness
of many passing lives
the days are an unbroken line of ants
are many-legged lives
passing over roots
all flows down
to a hidden place on the horizon
where the horizon is a bridge

Bridge of Horizon

Experimental music interpretation of the poem "red bird"

the death in you smiles
at the death that’s in me too
as the color fades

the beginning was long
and the end came quick
if only we’d known
or maybe you did

red bird flying
i remember you
i will forget

the dawn was long
the sunset swift

if only i’d known
that each day was the last

red bird falling
sing with me
as the color fades

Red Bird

Music Video: https://youtu.be/TZxVBM2awT0?si=YHRx-tGWgX7nN0l9

Lyrics:
gray stone
not gray alone
but brown and red
the colors of rust and bone
mountain of stone
when the moon looks down
does your surface look
like the surface of the moon?
from where do your waters flow?
where to?
sitting here
i grow in the shape of you
I roam like the little pebbles
under my own mysterious propulsion
I lie still for another century
my soul is not my soul alone
what’s mine is yours
make yourself at home
the feel of you
the smell
mountain
flesh of my flesh
and stone of my stone
i am yours
your gravity pulls me to you
hold me close as I flow
through your cracks

stone of my stone

Music Video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=om-1-AW0zeo

Lyrics: 
this is the passage of flying winds
this tunnel sings a duet with you and a red bird
something looks from the other side
you look from the other side
i look from the other side
it is an illusion that it is out of reach
i am alive
you are alive
we were never quite alive
so we will never die

a little birdie told me
to listen when I would speak
and to speak when I would listen
so i will say what i want to hear
i love you
our time together matters

i caress the hollow spaces
your organs are the skin of a darkening mountain
we know the azure tear of the sky
listen to the tunnel speak
speak, the tunnel listens


passage of flying winds

Music Video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MZsg1lRE0no

Lyrics:
there’s nothing you will not accept
god of changes
everything changes
you take the offal and the trash
and offer it back up
you are the temporary home of ghosts
waiting for your waters
to wash the memories away

the path is made by those who walk it
and the walker is shaped and carved
by your corners and turns and
shifting ways
where do your currents go?
where do they take as jetsam
the person i once was?

seen and unseen
heard and unheard
you remind me to see
garbage and flowers
and vines and birds
and thorns and snakes and rivers
the water plants and fungus
in the ruins, almost forgetting
in your mud
the seed of the first wild violet
i can taste it
a spell of magic

home of ghosts

tongue as a beak

Music Video: https://youtu.be/PqHZOkiYXNs?feature=shared

Lyrics: 
a mountain is earth brought into the sky
a tunnel is sky encased in earth
both are bridges between
waking and dream
the living and dead
a black crow and a white crow
turning it all inside out
remaking our phantoms
into a new world
we seep from the walls
we are the cold and the damp
we are frogs that croak and croak and croak
we are all ghosts here
of things that have lived
our souls embedded in stone
running free in the liquid cycles of storm and humidity
the voices of the wild undead
are alive in the echoes
buried in the day within night
in the earth, in the sky


sky embraced by earth

Music Video: https://youtu.be/HvAROjEecTg?feature=shared

Lyrics:
i came as a refugee
to the city of the dead
where every sound
is far away across the bridge
here are the houses of the dead
i will cross the threshold
not yet
for now i walk between the archways
of forgetfulness and longing
in the quietness where
even loudness grows timid
alone together
away from the mess
making a mess 
of your bones without ligaments
is it wrong to find
a refuge with the dead
and death’s deafness
where matter ceases the
movement of its restless ghost
if not right, at least just fine
to find a temporary solace
in a foretaste
of the land of souls and the soulless 


refuge with the dead

Music Video: https://youtu.be/2KQnNqKZ3Ag?si=MwKgkyeZzB1q5paD

Lyrics: 
have you said it all already?
is there a way to answer your silence with silence?
your offering with offering?
should I be satisfied to accept your gifts?
anything I can give to you, you’ve given first
it’s a little too early
the time is perfect
i ask for the greatest yet
a glimpse of your stony heart
if you should wish it
the air is cold in my lungs
the blooms are only almost
i can almost feel you near
a whispered word i can almost understand
an almost reflection
moss, stones, roots, leaves, pinecones
it happens under the moon
as it does under the sun
an almost footstep on the edge of the path
an ear against the oldest, wildest stillness
i hear a beating, a drum, a heartbeat
a heart drifting upward
marking the site of the dawn and the sunset
a resting place for sky
where the sky lays its head
i miss you in the distance

where the sky lays its head

Music Video: https://youtu.be/ne6gYnSoJgo?feature=shared

Lyrics:
song turned to ice
turned to liquid
turned to stone
lute under mountain
play me a tune
a tune to bring the bright world
into the dawn
there is a passage
into the dream
and a song of the dream
the water is the word
and the wing
drift slowly
into a new time
hollow house
beauty in the space of you
the air that holds you
is the air you are
our breath becomes the dawn

lute under mountain

I dreamed about this song. All I knew was the title and that it was being released on a compilation of experimental music. The dream seemed auspicious. I needed to bring this dream song into waking.

Meseofa

This track was created as a soundtrack for the short film, Emergence, directed by Steven Cline.

emergence

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