Elephant Song by Ben Bushill

Elliot Witheart
Published on Feb 28, 2011
A Master Peace written and read by a friend, “Ben Bushill”, with music by Ellen Molnia and Thomas Falk.


Song for the Elephant

Great grey god,

The canyons on your back

Carry the dust and darkness of a lifetimes wandering.

Nomad child

Clay and sunlight

Earth and hope.

Your presence here sends me tumbling into the mystery,

I am carried by the endless brown sea

Of your eye

Into the story of my own birth,

And the song of death.

I would lay down this nomad’s body with the great white bones

Of your ancestors and have my body turn to red earth

Under that mythical sun.

Not for me this long life of civilized death

For I am riding on your spreading back

Into a dawn of my own

And the rose dust sky is as wide as forever.

And for bearing me

I give you thanks

And whisper some of my own secrets into that silent cave

Where all pasts are remembered as echo songs

And all futures dissolve

Into a thick pounding wave of blood

Washing out from a heart

Of red dust and quiet starlight


Somehow a page turns

And beauty is revealed


The deep hands of love

Open their fingers

To free the dove that

Soars from the heart

Toward the infinite perfection

Of this simple life.

This simple life

Where miracle is the essence

Of every stitch in the tapestry of time and feeling.

The dance unfolds across worlds

Worlds upon worlds,

My feet tread the earth

My tears fall on the page

Love sweeps through me

And the waves takes all in its arms

Crushing, turning, soothing

Endless grace, lost and longed for

Nourishes the dry corners of forgetfulness

As the water rushes

Across the desert floor

And life awakens in every cell,

Frogs hear the call of their birth

And celebrate the rain

Flowers spring forth from doubt

And the whole vibrant, impossible

Infinite universe

Turns green in wonder

As my heart knows once again

the reason for my birth

The bear

Lie with me

And I will hold you

With the round, deliberate presence of a bear.

Bury your head in my fur

And I will rest my claws on your soft back

And when you listen to the sigh of my breath

And feel the rising and falling of my great chest

You will know what it is

To be held by the animal green

Of the world.

In total rest,

In warm blooded silence.

And those who saw your closed eyes

Could be forgiven for thinking you dead

With the peace soaked so deeply into you skin

But the smile upon your lips

And the light about your face

Tell the story of the earth

And that story

Is a story of life and wonder

That story is written on our bones

For us to read

Again and again

As we drop into the peace of the world

And the light of remembrance

Unfolds in hearts

Crafted from the dark, sweet soil

and sung into life

by the endless voice

Of the source of love.

So thank you Ben for sharing this with Me and the world, which is the whole and self renewing source and destination of love


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Or You can buy a physical copy directly from Ben via Email bushillben@yahoo.co.uk
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