Videos — Christopher Reynolds

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Of Your Lover’s Hopes

Of your lover’s hopes drink deeply.

Yes, the wine pressed of the dark.

Taste of Beauty’s fullest measure.

Falling drunk into her arms.

Falling drunk into Her arms.

Feel the joy of entering in.

Yes, embraced and purely given.

Her body, Gold, is bliss on her face.

Your body, Silver, is bliss on your face.

Her body, Silver, is bliss on Her face.

Of your lovers’ hopes, drink deeply.

Yes, the wine pressed of the dark.

Taste of Beauty’s fullest measure.

Falling empty into her arms.

Falling Empty into Her Arms.

Highway Home

Follow the path past the trees. Climb the wire fence that leads

Down the hill, through the grass, a plywood cross in your childhood hands.

See your painted words that tell of your best friend in the other world.

Watch the colored ribbons fly in the rush of traffic passing by.

Highway, Highway, O, Highway, Highway home

Roll on past the exit ramp and the road signs selling gas.

Ease your foot up from the pace and go more slowly as you pass.

Two feet back off the berm as you come out of the turn,

O’er the diamonds of shattered glass falls the shadow of remembrance.

Highway, Highway, O, Highway, Highway Home

The red sunlight is on the bridge, the sweetness of this evening’s edge.

The fireflies rise in the fields. These roads are strung with tolling bells.

They ring for love that was lost. They ring for what we treasure most.

They ring for those we hope to see.

My friend, these bells toll for thee.

Highway, Highway, O, Highway, Home.

Highway Home.

Alive and Well

Remember Us

How old am I? For how long have I been sleeping?

You stir my soul with language that I remember speaking.

I feel your hand shake me. I feel so far away.

I’m desperate to reach you, to see the light of day.

Help me remember us. Help me remember us.

Help me remember this.

Help me remember us. Help me remember us.

Help me remember this.

I hear you call me with a name I don’t understand.

I feel our love strongly, can’t find words to explain.

Across the table, I see you. Tears rise in your eyes

And the bird of the rooftop sings of love that never dies.

I will remember us. I will remember us.

I will remember this.

I will remember us. I will remember us.

I will remember this.

I will remember. I will remember. I will remember this.

How old am I? For how long have I been sleeping?

The Magnification

Come out now people from wherever you been.

Your Comfort’s no longer safe inside where you live.

Be wise near them shallow ones creeping the Earth.

They’re always preaching Salvation. They’re always measuring their worth.

There’s Heaven and heaven, the Sun and the sun,

Jupiter and jupiter, the One and the one,

The Light and the light, above and Above.

There’s the fire and the Fire, the Love and the love.

It’s the Magnification of your space and your time.

Let each revelation open your mind

To the Magnification. A song is true

When all you were given, you can see through.

Come on your readers, you see with your heart.

Feel into these words, all of them watermarks

On into this night, beyond and within you,

To when you are going, to where you have been.

There’s Memory in the memory, Dream in the dream,

Reflection in reflection, the Seen in the seen,

Depth in the depth, Is in the is.

There is TIme in the time, the Abyss in the abyss.

It’s the Magnification. You gotta double your words.

They come in four times the meaning.

Rise up, have your turn.

For the Magnification, a Love is true

When all you are giving, you can see through

Grandmothers, Grandfathers, Elders body and soul,

Thank you for the Love and the Life you bestow.

Hold in your hearts the little ones’ Names.

Through the chaos and troubles, remind them why they came.

There’s the mother and the Mothers, the son and the Sons,

The daughter and Daughters, the Old and the Young,

The father and the Fathers, Brothers, Sisters and Friends,

As it was in the Beginning, Her Robe is Spread

The Magnification of your space and your time.

Let each Revelation open your Mind

To the magnification. Our world is true

And all you were given, all your are giving.

You can see through.

Marilyn of the Whirlwind (Answering Vocata George)

This tale began some time ago of Ancient Powers calling,

A Callin’ on young Marilyn and found her Spirit willing

The Whirlwind rushed and rattled the house.

Her man asked, “Who’s that knockin’?”

She said, “I don’t know, but it’s time to go.

I’m wide awake and I’m walkin’.”

Into the Rushing of the Whirlwind, the opening of the Door,

The sounding of the hour. No preparing for what’s in store.

Bring forth Living Water, Keepers of the Spring.

A winding Thirst that brought you here asks you now to drink.

Day passed day and the time when on,

In the evenings came the resting.

The healing wound and the Wounded Healing,

She worked without resisting.

Loose in time and loose in mind, her man prayed for hopin’

While the TV and the radio joined the sound of souls thrown open

By the rushing of the whirlwind. This is the Opening of the door.

This is the Sounding of the Hour. No preparing for what’s in store.

Bring forth Living Water, Keepers of the Spring.

The winding thirst that brought you here asks you now to drink.

The Winding Thirst thirst that brought you here,

Asks you know to Drink.

Maybe it was three days. Maybe it was forever.

On the morning of the Golden Dawn, there was a new Creation.

Now a Vessel under-the-world, an Anchor to the Heavens.

Now, a woman in the sunrise sings, “This is the New Life, my Beloved.

The rushing of the Whirlwind. This is the opening of the Door.

The Sounding of the hour, no preparing for What’s in Store.

Bring forth living water, Keepers of the spring.

A winding thirst that brought you here asks you now to drink.

Your winding thirst that brought you here asks you now to drink.

The Rushing of the Whirlwind, The Sounding of the Hour

Bring forth Living Water. A winding Thirst that brought you here,

Asks you now to drink. A winding thirst that brought you here,

Asks you now.

Creation

You got your picture of the perfect untouched love.

You never want to let her go.

That’s how it works, heartscorched holes in your shirts,

Those days you feel the overload.

Lay your starry blue guitar across your fiery, fuming heart

That’s inside you, rising like a hill.

All at once, the strumming breaks and your whole body creates

Every kind of creature large and small.

Wild horses, flying birds, Eagle high overhead.

Coyote calls out to the grateful dead.

Enormous whales dive deep into your endless sleep

And forests rise from the ashes in your head.

Forests rise from the ashes in your head.

Wild horses, flying birds, Eagle high overhead.

Coyote calling out to the Grateful Dead.

Enormous whales dive deep into your Deep Blue Sleep

And forests rise from the ashes in your head.

Forests rise from the ashes in your head.

Some people say, this world was made

Dividing the darkness from the light.

Others disagree and they say that you and me

Were the accident waiting to strike.

As for me, that’s not how I see

And I have formed one planet or two.

In the Beginning, a Lonesome Singer

Became the Creator because he was in love with you.

Wild horses, flying birds, Eagle high overhead.

Coyote calls out to the grateful dead.

Enormous whales dive deep into your endless sleep

And forests rise from the ashes in your head.

Forests rise from the ashes in your head.

Ignatia’s Angel

I saw Ignatia’s Angel walk the halls of Akron City.

Her hand brushed back the Devil’s claw

From the mind of a broken addict.

Blessings like a fountain flow the Holy 12 of Akron.

To the men and women past, to the future generations.

Never knew this was a Holy Land, I never knew there were prophets.

Never knew this was a Holy Land, never knew there were prophets.

Never knew what savage Grace we had, Ignatia, Bill and Robert.

I saw Ignatia’s Angel walk the land of Ohio.

I saw Ignatia’s Angel walk the whole land of Ohio.

Her footsteps healed the watershed, the cities and the wild.

So, let us walk with her in reverence, let us walk with her in wholeness.

Let us walk with her in reverence, let us walk with her in wholeness.

Restore the hearts of City Hall, the dreams of the sons and daughters.

Never knew this was a Holy Land, I never knew there were prophets.

Never knew this was a Holy Land, never knew there were prophets.

Never knew what savage Grace we had, Ignatia, Bill and Robert.

Blessings like a fountain flow the Holy 12 of Akron.

To the men and women past, to the future generations.

Belikane

Falling, falling, falling stars

Trace light-lines across your dark skin,

Lost along the Silk Road of your black, black curls again.

Frankincense perfumes the emerald moon of your navel jewel.

I stumble past your smile, collapse beside your oasis pool.

All night long, I pray, I pray, Allah, Allah, take my pain away.

My measure aches with a fever.

The dry clay jar of my heart’s essence

Is shattered by your Beautiful Presence.

I call out, O Holy, Holy.

How you tremble when you hold me.

Falling, falling, falling stars

Trace light-lines across our night skin,

Lost along your Spice Road

Where 10,000 caravans have been.

From your waters cool, I swallow deep renewal.

What dawn breaks my soul?

What white bird sings up in the palm trees

All I thought my life was, empties.

Through the night, I prayed, I prayed,

Allah, Allah, take my pain away.

My measure burns with a fever.

O, the dry clay jar of my heart’s essence

Is shattered by your beautiful presence.

I call out, O Holy, Holy!

How your body trembles when you hold me.

I call out, O Holy, Holy!

How I tremble when you hold me,

Hold me, Fallen, Fallen, Fallen Star.

Fallen, fallen, fallen star.

The Wisdom of the Vessel

I been, I been weepin’ for a long time.

My soul cries me in dreams.

My son, see the starry horizon calls beyond the seas/

Yeh, but it’s like I can’t quite catch my breath

Or lose this ache in my chest

My son, feel the sails stretch when the wind blows

It carries the ship

Trust the wisdom of the vessel

With a fine and gentle touch

Secure the halyards and the canvas

Wing and wing, we’ll plane the reach

To you, man who was my father,

I still miss you too much.

Though I still see you in my dreams,

I don’t forget your touch

Trust the wisdom of the vessel

With a fine and gentle touch

Secure the halyards and the canvas

Wing to wing, we’ll make the reach

My son, see the starry horizon calls beyond the seas.

Though I still see you, feel the life here,

In you and me.

Trust the wisdom of the vessel

With a fine and gentle touch

Secure the halyards and the canvas

Wing and wing, we’ll plane the reach

Trust the wisdom of the vessel.