Pigeon Mountain - A SUNSHINE|SATELLITE manifesto
Channel: SunshineSatellite
Date: 2019-03-28

This poem was written on Crockford Pigeon Mountain Wildlife Management Area in North Georgia. The music is called "The Bright Morning Star" by Borrtex

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Lyrics:
The bright morning star
Beckons to countries out afar

Waterfall flinging sun in all directions
Illuminating the rock face’s hard complexion

Where free birds like hang-gliders
Mount the currents like sailing wave riders

Explorers find the courage to be alone
Is absorbed from quiet forest stones

And the passion to be free
Radiates from the starry canopy

It inhales the nighttime cold desire
And exhales the passion of camp fire

So trade your wheels for wings
And a heart like a bird to sing

Trade your screen for a scene
Something wild, ferocious, and green

Something unassailed by the cold
Something feral, violent, and bold

Trade in tail lights on fuming cars
For searing silent swiveling stars

For up on ancient mountain ridges
Crossing where the thunderhead bridges

Waits adventure’s pulsing heart
Unfolding the stories’ plotting parts

And in their bowels lie the caves
Rolling onward like sinking waves

Into darkened dripping depths
Breathing ancient antediluvian breaths

They are armored with the trees
Growing, shedding, and spreading leaves

Twisting, resisting, winding in wind
Reaching, falling, and rising again

Trade in straight, sedentary sidewalks
For a climbing, sedimentary rock

Trade in squarish drywall ceilings
For a place where the sky is revealing

The glory of God, the work of his hands
Crying out like silence in the badlands

Trade in your combustion engine
For feet that move at speeds of intention

That roll round every calling corner
Towards ultima thule’s beginning border

To disappear around the trail bend
And never never come back again

Down in the rocky river beds
Where salamanders guard the arrowheads

And fossils cry out from the mud
Bloodless ghosts from the Flood

A hard library, a true memoir
Of Genesis and it's downpour

Trade in your stifled and your entitled 
For a revival of wild and primal

Something stretching for the sun
That releases and comes undone

A branch that’s resting and abides
Whilst the while it’s cells divide

To break anew a fruit in season
That reddens and ripens into completion

Trade in your grasping for the wind
For the spirit enlightening the pigeons

And causes every common thing 
That joy de vivre that lifts the wing

And makes even the softest grayish squirrel
A violent defender of it's world.

For every hurricane and every zephyr (zeph-air)
Emerges from the energy of the air

And those that leave their tame behind
The bars of drawn venetian blinds

Find that love was never blind
It is the gentle ferocity of the divine

With foreknowledge of the mind
And a vision encompassing time

Causes reification of the rhyme
Out from obscurity to be defined

His Muses solidify in prismatic design
Inspiring the creative presence of mind

For what is life without creation
It's like the mind without contemplation

What is breath without adventure
It's like a story without any danger

So leave your muzzled manageable at home
And find your epic under empyrean dome