This track was inspired by the poem NEW LOVE, NEW LIFE by Amy Levy

She, who so long has lain

Stone-stiff with folded wings,

Within my heart again

The brown bird wakes and sings.

Brown nightingale, whose strain

Is heard by day, by night,

She sings of joy and pain,

Of sorrow and delight.

'Tis true, - in other days

Have I unbarred the door;

He knows the walks and ways-

Love has been here before.

Love blest and love accurst

Was here in days long past;

This time is not the first,

But this time is the last.

The More Loving One by W. H. Auden

Looking up at the starts, I know quite well

That, for all they care, I can go to hell...

Were all stars to disappear or die,

I should learn to look at an empty sky

And feel its total dark sublime,

Though this might take me a little time.

This track was inspired by the lyrics from Amaarae's song:

I miss you most of all

More than anybody else

I get emotional

At the thought of you

I need you here right now

I don't wanna be with nobody else

And though you're my other half

I want all of you

Oh I think it's safe to say

I don't want this love any other way

I want all your time and your attention

All this time you're what I've been missing

I have a confession, don't take it personal

I have a confession, so you've gotta listen

Confessions, don't take them personal

I have to confess that you're all I've been missing

i carry your heart with me

i carry your heart with me (i carry it in

my heart) i am never without it (anywhere

i go you go, my dear; and whatever is done

by only me is your doing, my darling)

                                  i fear

no fate (for you are my fate, my sweet) i want

no world (for beautiful you are my world, my true)

and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant

and whatever a sun will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows

(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud

and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows

higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)

and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart

i carry your heart (i carry it in my heart)

Image: The Fisherman & the Syren by Frederic Leighton

MOON MADE UP OF HONEY

on the days

you decided you

were still in this with me,

ancient trees

leaned in to my touch

will-o'-the-wisps

swarmed around me;

butterflies made nests in my hair;

falling stars

tangled in my eyelashes;

nectar oozed

from my fingertips;

& even oceans

feared the multitudes in me.

Music and vocals by Syeda Rahman

Song by Dylan Thomas

Love me, not as the dreaming nurses

My falling lungs, nor as the cypress

In his age the lass's clay.

Love me and lift your mask.

Love me, not as the girls of heaven

Their airy lovers, nor the mermaiden

Her salty lovers in the sea.

Love me and lift your mask.

Love me, not as the ruffling pigeon

The tops of trees, nor as the legion

Of the gulls the lip of waves.

Love me and lift your mask.

Love me, as loves the mole his darkness

And the timid deer the tigress:

Hate and fear be your two loves.

Love me and lift your mask.

Music & vocals by Syeda Rahman

"I'm not sure

if this makes any sense,

but you make me forget what it feels like

to miss someone I was never allowed to call mine.

Are you antidote or my poison?"

Narration and music by Syeda Rahman

*Translated in Brazilian Portuguese - see below*

E agora você é meu.

Descanse com o seu sonho no meu sonho.

Amor, dor e trabalho deveriam todos dormir agora.

A noite gira sobre suas rodas invisíveis, e você é puro ao meu lado como uma brasa adormecida.

Ninguém mais, o amor, dormirá nos meus sonhos.

Você irá, nós iremos juntos sobre as águas do tempo.

Ninguém mais viajará pelas sombras comigo.

Só você, sempre verde, sempre Sol, sempre lua.

Suas mãos já abriram os punhos delicados.

E deixe seus sinais suaves e flutuantes desaparecerem;

Seus olhos se fecham como duas asas cinzentas. E eu me movo.

Depois de seguir a água dobrável que você carrega, isso me leva embora.

A noite, o mundo, o vento traçam o seu destino.

Sem você, eu sou o seu sonho, só isso, e isso é tudo.

Poem by Pablo Neruda.

Narrated by Syeda Rahman

Alan Watts is one of my favourite human beings. I wanted to pay tribute to this luminary's profound inspiring words. His lectures have changed my life and hope his words will change yours too.

Narrated by Syeda Rahman