Fallen angels and broken glass
cryptic, mystic visions and the memories of our past. Unknown asnswers to the questions that we ask, maybe.. wonder sets us free.
Would I have the gift of faith if it wasnβt for my mother? God only knows.
Track 7, the final track of me new EP- The light, the dark, and magic, is called βwonder.β
Listen below π
Produced by Karl Roth, featuring my cousin Jack Bogard on violin π».
Thanks for listening,
xogb πβ€οΈπ§ββοΈ
Lyrics and a blog to follow π
I wanna know the secrets
Of this great big world
Whispers in a forest
Or the chorus of a bird
I seek
The magic in the breeze
The glory of the stillness
In the old pine grove
Odd forgotten trinkets
Hidden in a pirates cove
I hope
Some day I should know
~
Fallen AngelsΒ
And broken glass
A mystics cryptic visions
And the memories of our past
Unknown answers to theΒ
Questions that we ask
MaybeΒ
Wonder sets us free
~
The echo of a canyon
Carved some great force
The flicker of a candle
Sheltered by locked doors
I find
A wrinkle in time
Oasis in a desert
Hot springs inside of snow
A weightless falling feather
And a bug that glows
What for?
Iβm not meant to know
~
Fallen AngelsΒ
And broken glass
A mystics cryptic visions
And the memories of our past
Unknown answers to theΒ
Questions that we ask
MaybeΒ
Wonder sets us free
~
And itβs the hourglass of time
Itβs in the corners of our mind
Upon the deepest ocean floor
Secret window, open doors
It is the alchemy of metal
The essence of a flower petal
Itβs the buzzing of the bee
Oh divine, mystery
It is the salt of the earth
Esoteric healings herbs
Unbounded love from a mother
The story of a childβs birth
These are the wonders I have found
Some are the legends handed down
And now the only truth I see
Is the love in mystery
~
So we talk aboutΒ
Fallen AngelsΒ
And broken glass
A mystics cryptic visions
And the memories of our past
Unknown answers to theΒ
Questions that we ask
MaybeΒ
Wonder sets us free
When I was a child I used to have headaches, migraines would be the names used to describe them by adults.
It was in the fever dreams of an enduring and progressive pain that I would bury my face into the pillows and cry. A cold, wet rag tracing down the crook of my neck and along my spine as my mother whispered her prayers to a man she would call Heavenly Father.
βDear Heavenly Father we come to you now asking for your healing and protection over Gregory. We ask that you touch him from the top of his head to the tips of his toes and ease the pain in his head. In Jesus name we pray, amen.β
Now who Jesus was I would learn later in Sunday school and I started to put together as well that the Heavenly Father whom my mother would talk to was his dad. Also known as God.
As I grew older and my participation in the Church became my own decision, like many, I went through ups and downs over the course of my teenage years regarding my faith.
When I graduated high school and was in the process of becoming a young adult I began to craft my own beliefs around the context of βtruthβ as I expanded my awareness toward the seemingly endless differing religions and spiritual paths. My heart was my filter and I grew to trust its stirrings.
Beyond language, beyond interpretation, beyond the nuances that became the debates turned arguments among family around the holidays- I could sense that the energy, the vibrations, the essence behind most static beliefs were similar. We could use different words, verbs, adjectives, and names but in a general sense the essence within many ideas was very similar.
Around the age of 23 I came across the concept of the four steps to acquiring knowledge;
Unconscious Incompetence (You donβt know what you donβt know)
Conscious Incompetence (You become aware of what you donβt know)
Conscious Competence (You are in awareness of what you know)
Unconscious Competence (Youβve acquired knowledge and it can be kept with you subconsciously)
This idea changed everything for me. It gave me freedom from the burden of not knowing. It gave me peace in the pursuit of truth, understanding that it wasnβt always my fault that I didnβt have it figured out. What can you do with something you donβt know, and that donβt even have awareness of your lack of knowing? Nothing. We canβt do anything without first the awareness of our unawareness toward something. If thereβs anything we CAN do that I would guess itβs to simply be open to discover. Itβs certainly a bit of a mind bending loop trying to piece that together, but essentially- I was free to open myself to discover all the things I didnβt know that I didnβt even know.
Thatβs where faith comes in for me. If my knowledge could be represented in a grain of sand, then the rest of all potential knowledge is the ever expanding universe, and to me- that takes some pressure off.
It gives me grace, compassion and understanding of others. Perhaps everyone is simply doing the best that they can with the set of tools and experiences they were given to start with- which none of us had asked for prior to arrival, by the way- as far as we can be sure.
Call it God, source, universe, call it love. For me, I feel it closest when I open myself to the great mystery of it all.
If I had to share what this song was about, I guess itβs this- faith in not knowing, thatβs itβs okay, and over time in moments I remain open, I may just discover more about that guy my mom would call Heavenly Father when I had headaches growing up as a kid.
Thanks for reading,
xogb πβ€οΈπ§ββοΈ
Thank you Greg Bogard of reminding me of grace and the importance of it in tough times. It brought me back from the brink π