The feeling in this song reminds me of Rumi Equinox poem

See this.

And — synchronicity rules again — I received it from my sister Kathy and brother Mark, yesterday, one day prior to Equinox.

Blend. Blend!

Lyrics to When I Go

Come, lonely hunter, chieftain and king
I will fly like the falcon when I go
Bear me my brother under your wing

I will strike fell like lightning when I go
I will bellow like the thunder drum, invoke the storm of war
A twisting pillar spun of dust and blood up from the prairie floor
I will sweep the foe before me like a gale out on the snow
And the wind will long recount the story, reverence and glory,
when I goSpring, spirit dancer, nimble and thin
I will leap like coyote when I go
Tireless entrancer, lend me your skin
I will run like the gray wolf when I go
I will climb the rise at daybreak, I will kiss the sky at noon
Raise my yearning voice at midnight to my mother in the moon
I will make the lay of long defeat and draw the chorus slow
I’ll send this message down the wire and hope that someone wise is listening when I goAnd when the sun comes trumpets from his red house in the east
He will find a standing stone where long I chanted my release
He will send his morning messenger to strike the hammer blow
And I will crumble down uncountable in showers of crimson rubies
when I goSigh, mournful sister, whisper and turn
I will rattle like dry leaves when I go
Stand in the mist where my fire used to burn
I will camp on the night breeze when I go
And should you glimpse my wandering form out on the borderline
Between death and resurrection and the council of the pines
Do not worry for my comfort, do not sorrow for me so
All your diamond tears will rise up and adorn the sky beside me
when I go


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0 Responses to The feeling in this song reminds me of Rumi Equinox poem

  1. rose day says:

    Ann, do you too ‘feel’ the Irish/Gaelic in this sharing? There exists a wide body of thought regarding usurpation of the Irish by Roman incursion which laid waste untold millennia of
    Gaia lore which taught female/male in balance and equally powerful.

      • Kieron says:

        It certainly echoes the Song of Amergin, and the prayerful poem known as “Patrick’s Lorica” or “Saint Patrick’s Breastplate” or more accurately, Faeth Fiada which in Irish means “The Deer’s Cry.” It has various translations and forms, but the nature imagery is powerful. Thanks for sharing “When I Go” for I hadn’t ever heard it before.

  2. Ted says:

    Dave Carter and Tracy Grammer have quite a story – They are one our many favorite singer songwriter partners.

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