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Lyrics
Two years from when Hondo first arrived to Ireland, it's spring again and Hondo feels refreshed. He liked everything he'd written musically up to this point, but had enough of it and wanted to do something new. Feeling so alive and connected to the wonders of nature and all of its magnificent creatures, Hondo wanted to create music expressing this. He grabbed some paper and his guitar from his arsenal of instruments and went back to that same towering tree where he found the music box. Finding that an amusing environment to work, Hondo sat down against the tree and picked his old, tattered guitar for the last time.
As backwater streams rippled through the surrounding trees from the spring rains, Hondo saw a fluffy seed of some kind drifting through the breeze. It landed on his hand for a moment until catching flight again. Hondo kept his eyes on the seed and its gliding journey with the light wind as he played his guitar, imitating the seed's flight. For awhile it hovered low over swaying flowers and brush. And then in a hurry, a big gust of wind took it up high over the trees like an eagle snatching its prey. Hondo imagined what it would be like up there seeing this enormous picture-like landscape from the perspective of a bird's eye. "It had to be a pretty sight", Hondo thought.
After some music was created, a few hours went by and with a peaceful sigh, Hondo felt like taking a nap. Very satisfied and enlightened with what he had done musically, Hondo fell asleep, but this time never to wake up. It had been sprinkling a tiny bit of rain when he wrote his last song, but now it was pouring, almost as if Mother Nature was crying. They were tears of happiness though, because he was in a good place now, where he would forever be happy and taken care of.
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Mindful Journey
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