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Red and White Carnations
Red and White Carnations: Transformational Energy Medicine

Second Day of the East Class, August 15

2015-08-27

Today we were inspired in our work by the Poet Singer Ferron Foisy, from beautiful British Columbia. Her song "Misty Mountain" is an apt description of where we aim for in the East work. Ferron's songs are anthems, inspiriations. Thanks you Ferron!

"Up the misty mountain 
Wild flowers bind the ground 
Down by the rushing river 
Force will wear those boulders down 
Me I'm underneath my covers 
Me I'm trapped inside my brain 
While up above the misty mountain 
Up above the rushing river 
Up above the bed of longing 
The eagle takes the wind 
The eagle takes the wind my friend 
The eagle takes the wind 
It makes me think of this my friend 
Where does the eagle live in me?

O I am crawling through this city 
I say the city will be my home 
I say Ferron you are halfway pretty 
And may you never be alone 
Be it scorn or be it favour 
Be it but a moment gone 
But I stood before the mirror 
Like an open-ended cavern 
Like a breath held inhaled, holding, 
And I barely knew my name 
I barely knew my name my friend 
I barely knew my name 
It makes me think of this my friend 
Where do I live in me?

O it's a planet of resistance 
It's a whirling flame of choice 
Are you my comrades in persistence 
I swear they'll know us by our voice 
Though we lay down in dusty corners 
We are ragged as a scar 
And when we rest our eyes stay open 
We are always off to war 
We're always off to war my friend 
We're always off to war 
And it makes my think of this my friend 
Where can the quiet be?

O is it up the misty mountain 
Where wild flowers bind the ground 
Is it down by the rushing river 
Where force wears those boulders down 
Is it underneath my covers 
Is it trapped inside my brain 
Is it up above the misty mountain 
Is it up above the rushing river 
Is it up above the bed of longing 
Where the eagle takes the wind?"

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