Notes, while driving with a love supreme
(random riffs recorded on the road)
Layer upon layer of clouds holding
a snow that never materialized
deliver a gray light,
but there’s joyful anticipation at the start
of this long drive home like a pulse
of contentment. A love supreme.
Piano pulls me forward with resolve,
when Coltrane comes in
pursuing that love
as drums urge me onward.
Like a psalm rolling through me,
clouds give way to blue sky,
the hint of home drawing me closer
on this long cold drive.
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Beautiful!
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Thank you. 🙂
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Do you know the John McLaughlin/Santana version?
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Isn’t that awesome?
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I fear McLaughlin is destined to be one of those whose greatness will only be fully appreciated after his earthly passing.
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The way home has its own light. (K)
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Doesn’t it?!
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This one is lovely–that pull towards home and love.
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Thank you. ❤ I’m glad I chose to listen to that album. It acted as an added stimulus to reach my destination. 🙂
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Wonderful :)) I can hear and feel it.
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😀 Thank you, Janice.
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