BOUND BY THE BEAUTY

I haven't been participating in the poetry meme, One Single Impression, for a while, but I visit many blog friends who do, so I noticed that this week's prompt is "Reincarnation." As coincidence would have it, that's the subject of this post as well. I've been fortunate to live in some very incredible places in my life, always close to nature. The lyrics to Jane Siberry's song, "Bound by the Beauty" run through my head, when I think about all the beauty. I can't imagine what an afterlife would have to be like that I wouldn't still want to keep returning to the Earth. I wish that YouTube had a post of Siberry's song, or that I could embed an MP3 so you can listen to it, but you may have it on your iPod, or be able to access it through some service you belong to. I'll just put a link at the bottom, if you'd like a quick 30-second sample. This text of this post contains excerpts from the lyrics, mixed with photos from my current residence on Lake Erie's north shore, and my previous place in the Alberta foothills, west of Calgary.


I’m bound by the fire
I’m bound by the beauty
I’m bound by desire
I’m bound by the duty
I’m coming back in 500 years
and the first thing I’m gonna do
when I get back here is to see
these things that I love
and they’d better be here, better be here, better be here

First I’m going to find a forest
and stand there in the trees
and kiss the fragrant forest floor
and lie down in the leave
and listen to the birds sing
the sweetest sound you’ll ever hear
and everything the dappled
everything the birds, everything the earthness
everything the verdant, the verdant, the verdant
the verdant green



Then I’m going to find an open field
and lie down in the flowers
and then I’m going to find a guitar
and play play play for hours
and then I’m going to find a river
to see what kind of body in
and everything the granite, everything the kiss
everything the earthness
everything the verdant, the verdant, the verdant
the verdant dream


I’m bound by the beauty
I’m bound by desire
I’m bound to keep returning
I’m bound by the beauty of the light
the slightest change the constant rearrange of light upon the land
I’m bound by the beauty of the wind that blows across the earth
the unfetteredness the wheatness and through the flying hair
the slowness of the falling leaves across this warm November door
and the geese the flying southness the arms out evermore
I’m bound by the snow the soft fallingness
the everupward face...
the ever-upward face...
bound by the sunsets the rivers the music the beauty...


Bound By The Beauty listening LINK