Jay Johnson - Bristlecone Meditation

High in the desert lives an old pine tree
Crowning the mountain's cliffs crimson and steep
Worn, wild, and weary I now long for sleep
So on my journey here I stop, and I dream

Of the mountains, of seas long ago
Gone from time
And of rivers
Sculptors of the canyon far below

Songs of ravens
Dotting the time
Through echo

And remembering
Everything flows on through time

And so, time will flow, passing through my open mind
And so, time will flow, passing through my open mind

Methuselah greets another dawn
Entranced by the setting my mind wanders on

To the mountains, to seas long ago
Lost to time
And to rivers
Changed their course long ago

Songs of ravens
Dotting the time
Through echo

And remembering
Everything flows on through time

And the mountains will crumble down to the sea
And the mountains will crumble down to the sea
And the mountains will crumble down to the sea

Written by:
Jay Johnson

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