Star or Stone Chris Robinson Brotherhood

Star or Stone


Star Or Stone -1

I was 13th at the table when the wine was passed around
Amid an air of suspicion my glance was meet with callous frowns
If I was superstitious I'd be the black cat no one wants hang'n round
Dark whispers in the hallway accusations out of bitter mouths
Strange figures in the doorway a dog barks a drunkard's laugh
There's screaming in the kitchen glass breaks just then the lights go out
Let winter chase butterflies
Let the child believe in lies
Let the road run by my door
I can't stay here anymore
I won't , I won't look back at my dream burning on the side of the road
Sometimes it just goes like that
Falling or flying , star or stone




Star Or Stone - 2

Close the window just can't hear the highway anymore
Lay beside me and let our fires burn until the dawn

A telephone was ringing a heavy price on the other line
Outside the window a comet shoots across the sky
Between love and hope and money
There's loss and pain and honey
So take a spoonful every time
And if you don't like what you see
Don't come running to me
Cause i'm bound to my own way
I'm a million miles away
I won't i won't look back at my dream burning on the side of the road
Sometimes it just goes like that
Falling or flying , star or stone



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Moon phases

August rolled in with a celebration like no other.
The 30th annual reggae on the river festival.
This year was special for all the usual reasons... great music, enchanting scenery...
Amidst all the chaos that goes with trying to run a pro level a video crew in the remote woods, there appeared the coolest of cool chicks ever. Part vision of loveliness, part stalwart outdoors person, and the remainder brilliant mischievous girl.

My instincts noticed right away that she was someone special, but it took my brain a while to actually reason it out and see her depth and the quality of her character. Qualities that informed her sex appeal and demeanor.

At this point, there are various other inspiring women weaving in and out of my life, but she "Erotica" opened up to me with a playful adventurousness that lead us to dance the night away under the moon by the Eel river

At the time I was being very careful to keep away from entanglements, relationships and women that might lead to old patterns.

The underlying need to couple with someone in order validate myself, basically dissolved. Not even a hint of clingy or smitten puppy vibes, anywhere to be found in my emotional body.

Somewhere along the way the wide sky just opened up and freedom awakened. I soon found myself enjoying the company of more than one person and not regretting it or feeling anxious.

This may seem off but, I like

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Queen of Eden

The queen of eden

Desire's child with a chocolate grin
Seaglass eyes sparkle and fire
Her soul roars forth



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BossyBoots

One crisp spring eve
At Ernie's roadhouse bar
He wore confident flip flops
She sparkled mischievously

As the beers were quaffed
Laughter cracked like peanuts
Flirtatious hints of kisses
As the sun turned golden

Bold hints at the bar
Parking lot passions
Under a bay leaf tree
Ass pressed into her car

The scent of desire
On her breathless lips
As his fearless hands
ignite her fire

An infinite moment
Time a canvas stretched
Tautly for the painter
Thick paint swirls wildly



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Werdz

The heart knows no limits
True love never dies
Though this body may pass
Energy release into the skies

Though winds of change may blow
And velvet vulva rivers run dry
The heart beats on
My mind simply knows

Felt in the body
And born of greater muses
The song of your soul
To die refuses.

Unbidden yet welcome
Your vibrations come again
Like a song the body remembers
When the mind is still

Celebrate the pain
Enjoy the flow
Time passes quickly
So she had to go


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Tropical Weather

Waking up to a cloudy sky with beautiful rays of light streaming through. There's this achy discontent. The broken up sky is a reflection of my inner life. For a time the light shines through and then a cloud will cover. I'm grateful for the freedom to experience this time. The freedom to reach for the horizon unbound by marriage. Driven solely by that which lives in me that wants to be born into the world.
But first something has to die. Part of me still wants to filter desire as it flows, part of me still looks to see if the desire needs to be reshaped to fit the square hole of someone else's expectation. That filterer, that which seeks to conform desire, but just chokes it on the alter of conformity, must die.

In essence, I have to die and be reformed. This presents a kind of grief. But behind the grief is new growth. Dynamism and fullness are waiting for me to seize the moment, to unleash them from their bonds.

The wall between the conditions is a calcification of years of fear and conformity. The filter has taken on a life of its own and is feeding off of me. Long gone are it's justifications for safety or emotional well-being... all the pillars of safety and shields have been torn asunder but yet the filter of fear remains.

I imagine that I must attend a party of frothy fearlessness of walking on hot coals or tattooing and explorations of wild abandon like burning man.

My soul is malnourished, steady diet of fear his wrought weakness and calcification.

Stop crying and let go, it's not like you're going to survive!


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Quiet time

I find myself occupied with "doing", most of it compulsive avoidance.
But usually Sunday morning stillness leaves enough room for there to be a quiet that comes up on me when I'm not looking.

Then, I'm face to face with myself...

Suddenly I'm feeling again, emotions that were locked down sneak into the play area like so many puppies who've been cooped up.
Next thing I know, chaos and lack of control reign. I'm forced to surrender.
Emotional release is so liberating, yet I still fight tooth and nail to protect, and shield.
Why!?!?
This is much more flowing and alive in this unblocked space.

How do I stay in it... ?
Whoops..... bam !!!! clutching at flow is the quick way to close it down.

So many incredible open pathways and lessons still resonating from
my good friend Sandra Lee... Silent Sandra... The painter, writer, dancer, emissary of Fairies.
I'd love to be in the flow with such clarity and ease as SL...
It always seems harder on approach... But once you jump...it's like the whole universe aligns... She lives in flow state... I wanted to be close, maybe I could absorb the courage through osmosis... But no, the only way to truly learn to be that open was to be told "let go". I needed to be reminded that non attachment is the only ticket to the flow train.

It's months later and I still suck at it . It's worth noting good ol SL says it was a 14 year journey to the place she's in now.

Letting go ....
Of all of it...
Not even the least little bit

But the feeling still rises like that sliver of a new moon... The light returns...

For a time I can feel... free
Maybe just a little longer this time...
If it takes 13 more years it will have been worth it... But I might be dead by then...


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