I wasn't going to post this since I wrote it earlier, but I really want to share it with everyone. It's my personal mantra. I may delete it later, but I want to visit with it here for a while.
I'm going to re-record this. I usually play it too slowly, like in the video, and the song demands to go fast and lively. It's a celebration after all.
The scenes in the video are from our local seashore here in Washington State.
Nectar - Saulius Matas 2018
Reap the ripe nectar, blend it with blessings
The spices of pleasures, compassions and fears
Cook them with care on the fires of living
Adding bitters of knowledge and saltwater tears
Wait as it simmers then settles and cools
Bring out the fine oaken barrels and gourds
A few Mason jars, some old soda bottles
And grandmother’s soft metal thimbles and spools
Fill them, seal them as best as you can
Store them in places forgotten by man
In porcelain planters and lost wishing wells
In dark cracks and cubby holes beneath the stairs
Protect and secure them from impulse and urge
With endless distractions, neglect, empty words
Employ weeds and brambles to cover the garden
Add clutter to seal off the doors from the World
Someday, when you learn to be very still
You'll notice the motion unyielding, the Will
Beyond the beauty and valor of action
Where oceans of dust in the wind circle round
Wait for the moment when all the dust settles
And clarity shines in the silent domain
Then you will hear their sound seep from the crevices
Laughing and crying and calling your name
Follow and find them; root out the briars
Tear out the facades, the drywalls and vines
Search in the pantries, the pots and the planters
Reclaim the treasures from deep wells of time
Mustied and mellowed; Oh, such a find!
The smell of the gurgling brew, so sublime
No longer confined by its crumbling seals
So welcomed! Such joy and elation fulfilled!
Family and friends! Come sip and relax
The living and dead, one and all shall repast!
Open the barrel! Dance, laugh and sing!
Let’s drink from our past and remember our dreams
And there you’ll be with yours my friend
And I will be with mine
We’ll take a cup of kindness yet
For days of old lang syne