The Magic of Words

‘Leaf and Water’ – yamabuki

If you could…
Listen to the song
Listen to the words
Listen to the Birds
Listen to my Heart
Words, words, words
The world is full of words
So many words
Like the blackbirds in the song
Listen to the song
“Too many birds in one tree”
Is how it starts
Is this a song or a poem
Words and 
More words
Going where
Doing what

I can imagine 
Your words
Your complaint
About my words

What is he 
Talking about

Say something
That makes sense
Birds 
Lined up in a row
Do the birds make sense
To you and me
No
Our words
Lined up in a row
Do our words make sense
To the birds
No
Who is right
Us or the birds
This is what
It comes down to
Who are we, and
who are we not
The Birds 
Understand 
Each other
They make sense
To each other
Are intimate 
With each other
Fight with 
Each other
Play
Eat
Drink and
Fly 
With each other
To paraphrase
ee cummings
They keep
Each others hearts
In their own heart
How do we
Understand 
Each other
We use words
We write to 
each other
Speak to 
Each other
Sing to 
Each other
Even lie to 
Each other
We all do it
That’s who we are
That’s what we do
But these same words
Keep us apart too
It’s like with dreams.
We say 
“I had a dream
last night 
in which
you and I 
were in love,
in bed 
together,
we kissed and 
tickeled…”
Well you get the idea
But that’s not the dream
Those are the words
We use to describe
The memory of the dream
If you could only
Stop your heart beat
For one heart beat
It would change the world
To stop your heart beat
For one heart beat
Is to stop the world
For one heart beat
Impossible
You might think,
But I beg to differ
I believe we do it
Do it all the time
I believe that 
Every time
We blink
We stop 
The world
The same as
Stopping your heart beat
For one heart beat
We pretend
Not to notice
Or say it’s not
Important
Just as we try
To ignore death
The Tibetans 
Have a word
For these 
Eye blink
Stop your heart beat
For one heart beat times
They call it 
The Bardo
This is the place
Where the world
Has stopped
Where anything
Can happen
Where the gods and
Goddesses live
Where magic is real
Where the birds
Are human like us
Where poetry and
Song are the truth
Where we go
Just after we
Have died
Where we go
When we blink
Our eyes
This is the magic
Of words
Their spell
So to speak
When used
As in the song
They work
Their magic and
Change the world
A little or a lot
Who can say
Even the oracle
Won’t give
A straight answer
Because the oracle
Knows that the world
Is always changing
And that everything
We say and do
Changes things too
Yamabuki
April 2010

The song is:
“Too many birds”
by Bill Callahan

Too many birds in one tree
Too many birds in one tree
And the sky is full of black and screaming leaves
The sky is full of black and screaming

And one more bird
Then one more bird
And one last bird
And another

One last black bird without a place to land
One last black bird without a place to be
Turns around in hopes to find the place it last knew rest
Oh black bird, over black rain burn
This is not where you last knew rest
You fly all night to sleep on stone
The heartless rest that in the morn, we’ll be gone
You fly all night to sleep on stone, to return to the tree with too many birds
Too many birds
Too many birds

If…
If you…
If you could…
If you could only…
If you could only stop…
If you could only stop your…
If you could only stop your heart…
If you could only stop your heart beat…
If you could only stop your heart beat for…
If you could only stop your heart beat for one heart…
If you could only stop your heart beat for one heart beat.
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