EXPERIENTIAL                 (c) by Sol Spitz



   The ground lays fallow

   The rains nourish infinite possibilities,

Mountains never meet, as  people do  ---



To know of limitations, and expand the boundaries

from one being to another,

someone who is ready for anything   ---


Timid, cautious, steps, feel in the dark,

Growing bolder, as the shadows turn to light,

The shadow moves as the sun commands   ---



Silent in the solitary hills

Your name blends in the echoes of the valley

Carried by the winds, felt by all, seen by none   ---



Where the ground lays fallow,

and the rains nourish the infinite possibilities,

Let us wait for what wants to come   ------

                  FOR  THE  PLEASURE  OF  A  PALACE               (c)  Sol Spitz



Eating a meal of satisfaction

She glides across the room

Aware that eyes are on her, with a touch of pleasure

She glides across the room

Like a cat that has eyes on its feet   ---



Sway with the breeze set in motion

To give pleasure is to know of pleasure,

A staccato heart beats crescendo

that yields to layers in rythyms,

To give pleasure is to know of pleasure   ---



In the steam of a shower delight,

the stream of fingers cascade and carress,

If I let you in, how far would you like to go ?

With a hint of a grin, by degrees,

If I let you in, how deep would you like to go ?   ------

                   RIVER  OF  TIME               (c)   Sol Spitz



When we throw the clock away

and we see horses as pure poetry,

they are metaphors, for life,

As such, we practice for real - life,

and in its struggles for existance

we can visualize thru our nerve endings

the universe we are born from - into - and pass on -

with confidence of living and dying, in a dynamic

     universe   ------   such is a moment in creation   ---



When we feel a connection to creation

and to everything inter-related we surpass words,

We can also create, by the life in all of us,

giving, and by not expecting in return, we surpass

and grow strength with spirit,

This is a gift we can give ourselves from the horse,


The unity of every particle, every star, and the unity of feel,

returns in the context of time

and live each moment in the hum of the universe   ------

                 KITE  FLYING                (c) Sol Spitz



I'm a kite flying, all across the sky,

In the meadows, I am a butterfly,

My life is simple - floating with the breeze,

Nowhere special - flying aimlessly   ---



Through the valleys - living where I please,

On top of mountains - soaring quietly,

Now gone - a whisper now departed,

And I'll keep flying - flying aimlessly   ------

                    MUST'VE  HAD  A  REASON         (c) Sol Spitz





When our eyes met, when we almost made contact,

When we could almost reach out and touch,

Then your eyes turned, and you walked away   ---



Just when I thought something was meant to be,

And I was beside you and you wanted something to clutch,

And for once you had a choice of a comfort or a lie   ---



Said she had to find something,

For reasons known only to her,

Carrying some kind of shadow   ---



She was afraid of something,

But was more afraid of something else -

For reasons known only to her   ---



You didn't have to leave so soon,

You of the beautiful soul, and the skeleton so old,

Am I so hidden you can't find me   ------

                               THINGS           (c) Sol Spitz



Thinking things and faraway things,

Won't you spend some time with me,

Such are the spaces in between,

Close, yet so far it seems,

      Check, pawn, king, checkmate move

      What a way for it to do,

      You'll do this if I do that,

      I'll do this if you do that,

One thing leads to another,

And meanwhile the world turns on   ------





Things aren't the way they seem to be,

The water is deeper than we care to see,

Who's got time for a measuring pole,

When some would rather jump in a hole ---

      Lip service paid to those who flee,

      From gates opened that show what isn't free -

      Those who don't stand on water stand on rocks,

      They're the ones in secret who say its not,

How sweet do you like your tea ,

And meanwhile the world spins round   -----



The way things were meant to be,

Everyones opinion is crushing me -

Of time and breath used and abused,

And then its usually found out whose -

      Unusually, past the grave too late to hide,

      It taxes itself on the mind,

      To observe life other than gain,

      To have seen it, is to see -

From dust to dust,

And meanwhile the earth goes on   ------

                 Be Your Own Witness          (c) Sol Spitz



  There are maps sold

   and rumors of sacred groves,
 
  None of them are true   ---



   Each of us has to make the pilgrimage

   Past the season of rumors, to the waters source


  We have to re-claim
  
   What is true for our selves -


   The hum of the univers needs no witnesses,

   Be content, you're the only one who

   needs to know      ------- the fire that feeds your soul   ------

                 MOONLIGHT  FLOWER        (c) Sol Spitz



In the valley of the moon, near the waters edge

   where grows the midnights flower -

Opens the nourishing arms wide to gather the atmosphere

that feeds the passion, beyond beauty, past the boundaries,

of emotion, into the life, to race towards dawns other side ---



The glow on the map of the face in between shadows of where

you've been, in exile, left to wander, searching for a link,

Crossing borders, that are for some are a fence...growing hair

in all directions, branches of a tree reaching for a connection ---



Moondog wanders to the days edge, barks at the traveling sun,

in greeting, an invitation to dance where there are no corners,

the tongues explore as if catching a breath,

and drops of liquid find their way to the waterfall,

Growing in size to form a pool, join in time,full,

Measured in temperature at the plateaus, evaporating as a groan,

And sigh, go the way of a candles flame ---



Seize the notion, seize the motion, seize the motions sway of

the universal hum, when a whisper is heard over a shout, that

one candle can light many others, and still keep its share

that fuels the satellite past the international dream, to the universal stream   ------

                   COME  AS  YOU  ARE             (c) Sol Spitz


The sun was shining in honesty,

Talk of love was a luxury, more than a necessity,

As we clawed for water and struggled for air,

I have no pictures to realistically hand down the generations,

To learn the best, ride the best you can   ---



On the long horizon, neither beginning nor end,

The footsteps today will tomorrow disappear,

Of our destination, the letters we send,

For the water I ask, the clouds need to appear   ---



      Don't put nothing on, don't take nothing off,

      You don't need a condition, there be not a pre-requisit,

      Come as you are   ------



Some time you need to know where you stand,

Changes will be coming, its getting later and later -

We are of one earth, we are where we each make some difference -

What of your future, however it is red,

Buddy, do yourself a favor,

Don't you think its time to make a stand ------


      Don't put nothing on, don't take nothing off,

      You don't need conditions, or wait till you're visited,

      Come as you are   ------

                   LETTING  GO          (c) Sol Spitz



Its hot, as your muscles tighten, and a shiver runs through your body,

It may be another feeling that its not real, but you don't

       look it in the eye, like it could cause you to move, so try to

       ignore it, and I hope your feeling better by Wensday   ---




Say you're going home, by the look of your eyes that try to hide,

Yer troubled, so you make small talk, in some kind of hope

      that it will all go away but then its quiet, but the

      noise in yer head grows, and you've run out of places to go  ---




Yer running, yer running some more, searching for air,

then you find you don't have to run, standing face to face,

Here I am, yield to the pressure, let it move aside,

      if yer troubled, you can run some more, thats okay,

      I'm beside you, I've never really left you, and thats okay too   ------




   (this song came to me as I was riding a horse that
    had some problems with people, she would blank out
    & take off running   ...   so rather than trying
    to restrain her as had been done by others, I let her go,
   and just touched her neck to let her know I was there,
   and she could have all the freedom she wanted, It was
   in northern arizona, a few miles from sedona, it was out in
   the desert, and considering the kentucky derby is about a
   mile and some, then sooner or later, as long as we didn't
   fall into an arroyo or a ditch, then we would slow down some,
   eventually  ---   as she ran, the wind was with us, and  I was still
   there, to let her know it was okay...till she needed guidance   ---  
   then I could direct some of the energy, and we would be together,
   a person with four legs, what some people need to understand is
   that if the horse  feels defensive then nature tells them to run,
   sometimes you have  to go with the horse before they can start to
    go with you...I don't  make them feel like they have to defend their
    selves, and I expect them to  use the brains they are born with...
    in other words, I teach them, rather than train them, and also
    I tend to like mares.... their survival impulses
           and appetite for living is strong.....)

                    KISMET                (c) Sol Spitz




Theres no moment other than this, by chance or designs,

As it happened, for some reasons,  by signal or signs,

All the moments before have led to this hour,

A hummingbird sticking its beak, into a selected flower   ---



The magic of the moment, brought together by fate,

A happening of chance, takes possession of this date,

I threw the map out and it still got me here,

By the turn of events and the approach thats near   ---




The compensation of result, held in hands of the balance,

The inevitables waiting in turn for their place to land,

Each of us prepares the way for the next moment,

To be felt, and remembered, but too light for holding   ------




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