I , Oh, I

See beyond the cloud of the mind

To the blue of the sky

The water is calm

And the air is clear

In the eye of the mind is the sacred mountain

Time oh time,

We listened to the stories told,

Of a cave in the cold,

The holy ones pray for a century of days

They chant for the world from the sacred mountain

I have seen the sacred mountain, oh,

Where the teacher was born in the lake from a lotus,

And he crossed through the snow to the east,

With a message that he held in his breath,

And they told me --

In my life

The dawning of the day to the night

Was the same gray light

A blanketing of smoke

And a catch in the throat,

But I lived in the time of the sacred mountain,

Oh, But now

There’s a change in the air I breathe

There is talk in the streets

That the engines have stopped

And a mountain top

Has appeared in the clear, the clear of the distance

So I sit

I don’t want to see with my eyes

If it’s all just a lie,

But the curtains are thin

And they rise in the wind

To the peaks of the sacred mountain,

I have seen the sacred mountain, oh,

And the sky it was a blue with the snow pigeons flying

And the snow on the peak  that I knew like a pyramid

Path of the great Padmasambhava

Who crossed in the snow to the east with the message,

I could breathe  the air

There were people in the square,

And I joined  them

We made up the plans and we drafted petitions

Sending the graphs and the charts to the parliament

For a law to reduce the particulates,

For all Sentient life on Earth.

Yes I know

They’d only move the factory down

To another town

It’s never going to change,

Like a mountain range,

Like a sacred truth, a sacred mountain.

As I look

At a neverending cold gray dawn

The horizon gone

I look and I find  with the eye of the mind,

what I see what I’ll tell the children listening.

I have seen the sacred mountain, oh,

There’s a lake and a guide and his endless compassion

And the path that he climbed with a joy that is limitless

We will work with the mind,

Till the mountain , till the mountain is what we see

What we breathe in time.

Dan Rieser - drums/percussion

Mike Visceglia - bass

Rich Hinman - electric guitar

Bryn Roberts - harmonium, gamelan,  hammond b3, piano, synths

Dar - acoustic guitars/vocals