I searched for “Blind” and found this thread.
This is a lyric improv for session 98.
ATTUNED TO THE FIDDLER
(Song beat similar to
Jody Stecher, The Blind Fiddler)
I lose my way on the journey, a practice can that fix.
Works for some as meditation, some as prayerful tricks. And if all else fails, where nothing new is known.
Attuned to the fiddler, everywhere’s a home.
I took footsteps in the wild, to clear my mind as sane.
When something found as negative, sabotaged my voice as lame.
In mystery of the mucous, my throat is blocked from tune.
We share the world in greetings, some I’d rather prune.
Without complete removal, it seems ongoing gloom.
They say there is a cycle, of spirit that is kind.
Moments where it’s peaking, a smell of orange bloom. Together with a spirit friend, a remedy we find.
But soon as I recover, my cat falls sick and dying.
I assure it with some phrases, and hugs of love bestowed. Helpless from being helpful, my cat accepts my whine.
With motive for its loved ones, my cat won’t willing go.
A special vet lends insight, my cat can die or heal.
In the nexus of that space time, please remove that tumor ill.
Some anger of environment caused cancer I understand. But praise and thanks I give, lends my cat a better hand.
Resulting from the ruckus, routines are broken short.
Lost in the dramas, and threats of such unknowns.
I gaze upon the pine woods, for solace evermore.
Attuned to the fiddler, everywhere’s a home.
