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See the light shining down from the sun,
Hear the grass as it blows in the breeze,
And the rain flowing down from the mountains
Bringing life and the promise of peace.
As the clouds roll in,
You can feel the misty air
Giving way to the rain and the thunderstorm,
Just breathe it in and your mind will clear.
So sing of this place in the mountains,
Sing of this school in the trees,
Where we use every moment to listen
And notice things you would never have seen.
As the sun shines down,
Hear the wind blow through the trees,
Watch the birds as they sing to their loved ones,
And the flowers that call to the bees.
So sing of this place in the mountains,
Sing of this school in the trees,
Where we use every moment to listen
And notice things you would never have seen.
So sing of this place in the mountains,
Sing of this school in the trees,
This is our home away from home
And no matter where we roam
We will keep it in our hearts forevermore.
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eden leach: wired
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my brain is always tired but i’m always shaking
i never know how to articulate how i’m feeling;
the highs and the lows get exhausting after 5,980 days
and i try to look forward but i stick to the past
i feel like i’m always being examined through one-way glass
am i undercommunicating or am i just the problem?
sometimes i wonder if i have a place or space
or if i’m just a square peg,
trying to fit into a triangular hole
and sometimes i wonder if i can just cut and paste
and make myself fit so i’ll feel more whole
i put pencil to paper instead of my tongue
i rarely tell people “i feel like i’m not enough;
i can’t hold my own in a battle of wits”
and fictional worlds are just so much more appealing
tell me, how does one embrace this funny feeling?
i’ve picked up too many conflicting ideas from questionable
people
and i try to look forward but i stick to the past
i feel like i’m always being examined through one-way glass
am i undercommunicating or am i just the problem?
sometimes i wonder if i have a place or space
or if i’m just a square peg,
trying to fit into a triangular hole
and sometimes i wonder if i can just cut and paste
and make myself fit so i’ll feel more whole
i want to sit still long enough to organize my thoughts;
string together coherent words and make it all add up
i don’t think i ever will,
but i guess i can hope
my brain is always tired
but i feel like i’m always wired
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E. Hyman: Parallel
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i do not know silence until the house quiets at night
when the sleeping have reached peace--no twisting and snoring
when the music i usually play at full volume suddenly
strikes with the same clarity at half that, when i start to drink water
like it will save me from the quiet, from the awareness
silence always makes me look at my palms, at its creases
that form whenever i close them--i can feel the quiet--heavy
it is so heavy in my hands, and for once
i can shape the air, the weight keeping the stillness,
the wrinkles mending themselves, the veins breathing clear
and if only i could have one word to capture it all--i have
a list, instead, of melancholy and goosebumps and commemoration,
and i do not know where to put it in my wreck of a mind--
such beauty isn’t fit for the dust of a weary head
oh, it’s a terrible thing, beauty--when it is quiet i see it everywhere
the gravity i hold in my little palm embraces me, weight
shifting--and i think that i will sleep deeply tonight, restful
and restless, content to bear the weight of the skies
upon my limbs--i have faith that morning will lift me
but i will always wait for the quiet, the silence
there is something special about it when you think it
a fullness rather than a lacking, a clay for the artist
to hold and form
in the stillness i cannot help but close my eyes
as the dust settles, embracing the weight i bear--
i could only wish for a night eternal,
only dream of a still-life immortal
i think sleep will have to do for now
~resting poem
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The Walden School Dublin, New Hampshire
Founded in 1972, the Walden School is an acclaimed summer music school and festival, offering programs that emphasize creativity through musicianship, improvisation, and composition. Our programs include the Young Musicians Program (9-18) and the Creative Musicians Retreat (18+). Set in beautiful New Hampshire, Walden provides an inspiring retreat-like environment ideal for creative music making. ... more
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