Nocturn
I am listening to the new album by Kate Bush, Aerial, and notice how the lyrics on one of the songs is Big Mind infused.
We become panoramic...
The stars are caught in our hair
The stars are on our fingers
A veil of diamond dust
Just reach up and touch it
All of us access Big Mind/Heart to different degress and in different ways, even in our daily lives. It can be triggered by any number of situations, including music, poetry, movies, a quiet moment, nature, love... Here, it is triggered by love, companionship and the immensity of the ocean and the universe. She is simultaneously the immensity of space in which the stars and the ocean arises, and a human being wading and swimming in the ocean. The stars become caught in the hair, they are on the fingers. Just reach up and touch them.
On this Midsummer might
Everyone is sleeping
We go driving into the moonlight
Could be in a dream
Our clothes are on the beach
These prints of our feet
Lead right up to the sea
No one, no one is here
No one, no one is here
We stand in the Atlantic
We become panoramic
We tire of the city
We tire of it all
We long for just that something more
Could be in a dream
Our clothes are on the beach
These prints of our feet
Lead right up to the sea
No one, no one is here
No one, no one is here
We stand in the Atlantic
We become panoramic
The stars are caught in our hair
The stars are on our fingers
A veil of diamond dust
Just reach up and touch it
The sky’s above our heads
The sea’s around our legs
In milky, silky water
We swim further and further
We dive down… We dive down
A diamond night, a diamond sea
and a diamond sky…
We dive deeper and deeper
We dive deeper and deeper
Could be we are here
Could be we are in a dream
It came up on the horizon
Rising and rising
In a sea of honey, a sky of honey
A sea of honey, a sky of honey
The chorus :
Look at the light, all the time it’s a changing
Look at the light, climbing up the aerial
Bright, white coming alive jumping off the aerial
All the time it’s a changing, like now…
All the time it’s a changing, like then again…
All the time it’s a changing
And all the dreamers are waking
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