There are those times that we get a glimpse or a sense of something transcendent, but the moment is too easily lost in the hustle and bustle of a life. It is not unlike catching a glimpse of something profound scratched into the sand at the edge of the water. But before you can memorize or even grasp the full implications of its presence and message, the waves come in and slowly earase it, as if it had never been.
May we cultivate a quiteness of heart and mind, an ability to be fully present. So that when opportunities arise to learn, we aren't asleep at the wheel....
The Players:
Eugene Smith - Drums
Mike Ward - Bass
Laurel Dewitt - Keyboards
Auberte Campeau - Percussion & Harmony Vocals
Bob Ryan - Guitar & Lead Vocal
Recorded, Mixed & Mastered in 1995 at Lakewood Media Studios
(LYRICS)
Words & Music by Bob Ryan (c)1992
A painted world of greens and blues
The rush and push of waves
upon the sands
An invisible hand
The stars are bright before the moon
The setting sun a ghost
in the growing dark
The hidden heart
And when the tears have come alive
Like a silent witness to the truth
This rush and push upon the heart
Writes upon the sands its glory
A hidden world of heights and breadths
An ecstasy infused in every rock
The key to the lock
The stars they fall to the ground
The moon she's dark,
her light a fading thing
The meek ones sing
An emerging world of depths in depths
A tongue with words
for the thoughts of everyone
An invisible sun
Apace she moves across the sky
Within the span she links the silent cries
With the hearts on high
Upon the Sands
Bob Ryan performing "Upon the Sands" with the band, Spirit Village in 1994
