The Push The Pull Vocals and Stems
SackJo22
Spoken word vocal
3 background parts / each part doubled
Bass
Crystal Singing Bowls take 1 (B, D, G 432 hz)
Crystal Singing Bowls take 2 (B, D, G 432 hz)
THE PUSH THE PULL
The Dream
I see the shore through the window
The sky the sea
It could be dusk, but it’s dawn
The receding tide a context clue
A man lifts empty lobster cages made of bamboo
A boy picks up and drops crabs — one, then two
Pebbles and shells shimmer as waves return to the sea
None else is there with me
Gifts from the Dream
The push the pull the rhythm of it all
The ocean is my mother
Where the primordial ancestor was born
The push the pull the rhythm of it all
My dreams gestate under the water
Among whales and microscopic matter
The push the pull the rhythm of it all
Soft sand settles on the semblance of bottoms
Still there are deep crevasses
The push the pull the rhythm of it all
All this matter all this form
Continually transforming
It’s not a secret
It’s there to see
The push the pull the harmony
The push the pull the rhythm of it all
What’s revealed by the receding sea
Luminescent waters tease
Gifts gleam
I enter the dream to receive
Meanings to make what do I see
The push the pull the rhythm of it all
The reflection of water on all that I grasp
No separation between this and that
The edge is where we connect
The shore the skin the lip the top
The bottom the horizon the pulsing aura
The push the pull the rhythm of it all
The push the pull the rhythm of it all
Resources for working this dream include being with the ocean, and the IChing, particularly Hexagram 2 — the yielding/receptive/nature. Hexagram 2 came up repeatedly for a while in my daily readings.
3 background parts / each part doubled
Bass
Crystal Singing Bowls take 1 (B, D, G 432 hz)
Crystal Singing Bowls take 2 (B, D, G 432 hz)
THE PUSH THE PULL
The Dream
I see the shore through the window
The sky the sea
It could be dusk, but it’s dawn
The receding tide a context clue
A man lifts empty lobster cages made of bamboo
A boy picks up and drops crabs — one, then two
Pebbles and shells shimmer as waves return to the sea
None else is there with me
Gifts from the Dream
The push the pull the rhythm of it all
The ocean is my mother
Where the primordial ancestor was born
The push the pull the rhythm of it all
My dreams gestate under the water
Among whales and microscopic matter
The push the pull the rhythm of it all
Soft sand settles on the semblance of bottoms
Still there are deep crevasses
The push the pull the rhythm of it all
All this matter all this form
Continually transforming
It’s not a secret
It’s there to see
The push the pull the harmony
The push the pull the rhythm of it all
What’s revealed by the receding sea
Luminescent waters tease
Gifts gleam
I enter the dream to receive
Meanings to make what do I see
The push the pull the rhythm of it all
The reflection of water on all that I grasp
No separation between this and that
The edge is where we connect
The shore the skin the lip the top
The bottom the horizon the pulsing aura
The push the pull the rhythm of it all
The push the pull the rhythm of it all
Resources for working this dream include being with the ocean, and the IChing, particularly Hexagram 2 — the yielding/receptive/nature. Hexagram 2 came up repeatedly for a while in my daily readings.