Wrote these lyrics over the weekend & thought I’d share. So much of the mainstream spiritual music that I hear is about love & light but to me the journey is incredibly messy.. There are times of amazing light but there are a thousand little deaths and it’s often gut-wrenching, brutal, disorienting, and confusing. Especially when the old identity is being stripped away & you see all the potentialities and distortions inside, shadow and light, primal and pure etc. - with the lines seeming blurred sometimes. & Most of the archetypal symbolism that I’ve seen has a promise and warning in each stage – the gifts being a double edged sword, and those who are careless end up wrecked upon the rocks. The lyrics reflect that with the chorus being about remaining conscious and vigilant through it all “don’t close your eyes”… This was written with alternative music in mind so it’s a bit raw but I think its important to write honestly about different experiences on the path, not sugar coating them… & writing about what I experience is a part of shifting energy, for me..

There's a monster, there's a martyr, a serpent & a saint

The love of the Carpenter but there are nails & there is pain

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Swirling contradictions, in some strange cosmic stew

I always thought I knew myself, but now

I haven't got a clue
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‘Cause there's chaos in the cauldron and it's boiling up again

There'll either be a feast tonight, or just a helluva lot of pain

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/Chorus/​

The moon is climbing high, now

The moon is climbing high..........(pause)......

Don't close your eyes   ///​​​
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So, what's gonna happen now, that the veil's been stripped away

Should I run, should I scream, should I be, kneeling down to pray

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Then, something calls me closer, as the flames are climbing higher

But you can see the light and still not know just who lit the fire
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[Chorus]

The moon is climbing high, now

The moon is climbing high..... (pause)

Don't close your eyes   ///

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Is it heaven, is it hell, is it up to me to choose

There's just a fine line sometimes, between a halo and a noose

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Cause there's chaos in the cauldron, & it’s boiling up again

There'll either be a feast tonight, or just a whole lot of pain