The speed of soul

Everyone wants "more time." We say "there is not enough time." But--to state the obvious--there is no more or less time. Time is just a way to talk about what there is, We cannot expand or contract it. The only question is how do we use the time we have. We can choose to hurry through life, or we can choose to appreciate it mindfully.

 

My favorite singer and songwriter, Carrie Newcomer, just released a new album featuring the song, "The Speed of Soul." The lyrics are great poetry. Here is what she says about it: 

This song was inspired by Phillip Gulley’s essay The March of

Progress and a Native American saying, “You should never
travel further in a day than your soul can travel.” Just because
we can, doesn’t mean we should.

The Speed of Soul by Carrie Newcomer
 
I found her sleeping in a Kansas truck stop,
In the corner booth.
She'd been waiting there for months,
And that's the truth.
She looked at me with wary eyes,
She'd heard all my lies.
She was not surprised,
She just looked a me
And shook her head.

Chorus:
Come back, Come home.

I’m gathering the crumbs and stones.
Been traveling faster than my soul
Can go.

One subject line, one click away,
But at the end of the day,
I couldn't even say,
The things that I had done.
So I spent the morning sweeping floors.
I didn't want much more,
Then to do just one thing at a time,
And call it mine.

Chorus
 

Before songs were grooves and lines

And caught in jars like fireflies,
The only place a song was held
Soft and razor-sharp
Was in the heart.

Mr. Gatling made a Gatling gun
He said it would end war
For who could send some mothers son
Through such a door

But the bullets move at the speed of cold
Drones do as they’re told
And the men go home at night
And kiss the wife
And watch TV
And never see
All those souls untethered
Floating out to sea

Chorus

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LxecvvYs4uM