When Stars Go Blue

Soft light Dancing,
It is not just This Laughter 

as Two Worlds Colliding,
When Stars Go Blue.

Let Me See, Taste, Know, Love, Feel,
All Deeper Shades of You

"Dancin' where the stars go blue
Dancin' where the evening fell
Dancin' in your wooden shoes
In a wedding gown

Dancin' out on 7th Street
Dancin' through the underground
Dancin' little marionette
Are you happy now?

 

Where do you go when you're lonely
Where do you go when you're blue
Where do you go when you're lonely
I'll follow you
When the stars go blue
 

Laughing with your pretty mouth
Laughing with your broken eyes
Laughing with your lover's tongue
In a lullaby

Where do…

Where do you go when you're lonely

Where do you go when you're blue

Where do you go when you're lonely

I'll follow you

When the Stars Go Blue"
 

Ryan Adams

What adds more life to This

Slow sensual flow;

I was sitting, simply smiling
You were there, simply, sharing
Two worlds collided,

I Saw You Kneeling, inner fire presence felt

When Two Worlds of Water and Fire

Collided, present alivened, tense

 

Don't ask me What I feel is true

Stars, Don't have to tell me

I Am Now Softer for meeting you

Celestial Eyes Speak a fire even

deeper than your precious heart,

I'll Follow You

When The Water Fires

and when Stars Go Blue

 

by Tony Searl

 

Soft light Dancing, It is not just This Laughter 

as Two Worlds Colliding, When Stars Go Blue.

Let Me See, Feel, Taste, Know, Love,
All Deeper Shades of You

"In those moments when we are held, we are truly seen our nervous systems
down-regulate, our minds soften, our hearts open,
and we come into an ancient sort of rest.

That rest that we've been longing for in a lifetime that always
seemed just out of reach. The rest from becoming.

While our true nature as open, luminous awareness is the ultimate
holding environment, as tender human beings we are wired
to rest within a relational matrix.

To enter into this field with another – weaved of the alchemical substances
of presence and of space –
is one of the great mysteries of the embodied world.

Held by another, held within by our own hearts,
or held by a star despite the pain and
confusion and hopelessness and doubt -
somehow we are already held.

It's not something we must earn or deserve or frantically search for.

Held by the morning light as it comes into a room,
by the song of the birds, by the imaginal world.

Somehow. Already held."

Thank you Matt Licata