ON HOUSES
Build of your imaginings a bower in the wilderness
Er you build a house within the city walls
Breath in as you have homecomings in your twilight
So has the wanderer you
- the ever distant and alone
Your house is your larger body
It grows in the sun
- and sleeps in the stillness of the night
And it is not dreamless
Does not your house dream
And dreaming
- leave the city for grove or hilltop
Would that I could gather your houses into my hand
And like a sore scatter them in forest and meadow
Would the valleys were your streets
- and the green paths your alleys
That you might seek one another through vineyards
And come with the fragrance of the earth in your garments
But these things are not yet to be
In their fear your forefathers gathered you too near together
And that fear shall endure a little longer
A little longer
- shall your city walls separate your hearths from your fields
And tell me
-what have you in these houses
And what is it you guard with fastened doors
Have you peace the quiet urge that reveals your power
Have you rememberances the glimmering arches
- that span the summits of your mind
Have you beauty that leaves the heart from things
- fashioned of wood and stone to the holy mountain
Tell me have you these in your houses
Or have you only comfort
-and the lust for comfort
That stealthy thing that enters
-a house as a guest
And then becomes a host
- and then a master
Hey, and it becomes a Tamer
And with hooks and scurge
Makes puppets of your larger desires
Though its hands are silken its heart is of iron
It lulls you to sleep only to stand by your bed
- and jeer at the dignity of the flesh
It makes mock of your sound senses
- and lays them in thistledom like fragile vessels
Verily the lust for comfort murders the passion of the soul
And then walks grinning in the funeral
But you - children of space,
-you restless thin rest
You shall not be trapped nor tamed
Your house shall not be an anchor but a mast
This shall not be a glistening film that covers a wound
- but an eyelid that guards the eye
You shall not fold your wings that you may pass through doors
Nor bend your heads that they strike not against a ceiling
Nor fear to breath lest walls should crack and fall down
You shall not dwell in tombs made by the dead for the living
And though it magnificence and splendour
Your house shall not hold your secret
- nor shelter your longing
For that which is boundless in you
- binds in the imagine in the sky
Who's doors the morning mist
- and who's windows are the songs
- and the silences of the night
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Combining an atmosphericðereal blend of musical ambiance, "On Houses" discloses to us that as children of space, we will neither be trapped nor tamed. And our houses are a mast and and eyelid of our souls. Take a moment & let the power of Donald's work draw you into a new reality. Donald Gordon Carty offers a unique glimpse & perspective to the inner workings&mind of man. The meditations & spoken word inspiration of D.G.C. are a wonder-send to all who sample his beatific & spiritual art.
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