It is the 27 Feb 2022. Russian missiles are still pounding Kyiv and the world looks on. If God does exist he must be sleeping.

We did not know the name of the plant we had inherited from the previous owners of the house. What we did know was that it was dried up and was past its best days. In the hurley burley of moving in, the plant got put down the side of the house and there it remained, alone and unloved and open to the elements. Months passed and whilst other more favoured plants thrived inside in their new home the cracked pot with the withered stems laid on its side undiscovered by us. One day when we had made plans for the side of the house we came upon it again but this time it was alive and the withered stems supported new life. It was not attractive in any way and still hid its origins and name but despite its shabby appearence it now sits on a shelf in the kitchen absorbing the light and the water we give it. It is a survivour and puts into perspective that no matter what step of the evolutionary ladder we humans put ourselves on we are still just one more life form on this planet we call home.

I have taken Snowflakes beautiful voice and words and used them to take us down the pathway to the fields of hope, where somewhere beyond this humble existence we forge for ourselves, there is something more meaningful.

Thanks to Cadrea for their backing vocals and for allowing me to manipulate them. Afterall manipulation is something we humans have become so adept at.

“Om shanti shanti shanti.”


Shambhala
by Madam Snowflake

Where the wind sings a sweet silence
Only birds understand
And green stretches for miles
Sea caresses the sand

In a place I can hide
Runaway from it all
No more crowds, vacant noise
Gladly fades to memory
Shambhala is waiting

There’s a new life
Far away from this all
Only sound is the voice
Of the Mother surrounding me
Shambhala is waiting

Live the life
You imagine
Awaken and reawaken
Heaven under your feet
Oh imagine, just imagine

One with nature and science
Observing firsthand
All my wrongs reconciled
Through harmony with the land

In a place I can hide
Runaway from it all
Eden’s a choice
Returning with fruit from the tree
Shambhala is waiting

There’s a true life
Far away from this all
Endless stars in the void
Never cease to astound me
Shambhala is waiting

Live the life
You imagine
Awaken and reawaken
Heaven under your feet
Oh imagine, just imagine

I always knew I’d leave one day
Ayn Rand showed me the way
Wrote myself clues to go back to the garden
In my Valhalla

There’s a true life
Gotta shrug and unplug from it all
Now I’ve done what I can
With my heart and my hands now knowing
Shambhala is waiting

Live the life
You imagine
Awaken and reawaken
Heaven under your feet
Oh imagine, just imagine

Living life in peace
With a dreamer just like me
Heaven over our heads also under our feet
Oh Imagine, just imagine

I always knew I’d leave one day
For my Shambhala