I love this poem (coleman barks interpretation of Rumi right?) did you hear Coldplay’s kaleidoscope (i think it has Barks reading the poem with some of the same lines. 

Glad we get to catch up on some of these old ones. The rythm changes kept me on my toes and the lyrics are really nice.

Good thought provoking lyrics. I really like the percussion when it comes in, but especially the complete change of rhythm at the end. Good one, Rich.

Interesting tempo swith on the outro, a sudden acceleration out of the simple folk presentation of the main song, with its nice piano and drum accompaniment. Then whoosh! We leave the song in popp mode.

Nice! Great to be hearing you again and this is a really deft treatment of a powerful but delicate subject. Well done.

Interesting how it builds then changes the rhythm. Kind of a progger! - I say this cause prog is one of my very favorite genres and I would love for it to come back...

Nice instrumentals!  I really like the change going into the outro.

Oh yeah, beat switch-up! This is so, so good, Rich! Really enjoying this!

I am certain Rumi would be excited about this. Loving the imagery, and both grooves suit it really well.

In the style of a rebound roll-in-the-hay, this is my first recording after my post-house-move slump. We're all a bit shame-faced about it, but it needed doing.

Based on a couple of quotes from Rumi (which may or may not have required some pumped-up beats), here are the lyrics:
This being human is a guest house
Each morning brings a new arrival

A joy, depression, or a meanness,
Or unexpectedly, a momentary awareness

Welcome every one them
Even crowds of sorrows,
who sweep your out house violently
And strip your things away,
Still, treat each guest honorably,
And entertain each visitor
They may be making space in you
for some new delight

The da-ark thought, the shame, the malice,
MEET them at the door laughing...
Invite them in.

Be grateful for whoever comes,
Each one’ s a guide sent from the beyond

Chorus

Today, 
like every other day, 
we wake up empty
and frightened
Don't grab your phone, no
Reach for your guitar

Let the beauty
we love be what we do.
There are hundreds of ways 
to kneel and kiss the ground.

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