Pigeon Mountain - A SUNSHINE|SATELLITE manifesto

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

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So beautiful!