Martin Hippie - author
The longer I sit the further I go
The less I think the more I know
The weaker I get the stronger I grow
it's a paradox to me
The more I lose the more I've found
The deeper the silence the greater the sound
It's only a hill but it's hallowed ground
it's a paradox to me
She's young at heart but her bones are old
She's patient and kind but a bit of a scold
She picks me up and she knocks me down
She shatters my world and she turns me around
She hides among the trees and stones
She shifts her shape she changes tones
She's quiet and stern she's a mystery
But her beauty and love flow endlessly
She's a mother good and true
In her arms I'm born anew
Madre Grande I sing for you
The darker it gets the brighter she shines
She opens my eyes when I'm willfully blind
She soothes my soul and she clears my mind
She's a paradise to me
The greater her truth the smaller my lie
She takes away all my alibis
I'll remember her gift till the day I die
She's a paradise to me
She's young at heart but her bones are old
She's patient and kind but a bit of a scold
She picks me up and she knocks me down
She shatters my world and she turns me around
She hides among the trees and stones
She shifts her shape she changes tones
She's quiet and stern she's a mystery
But her beauty and love flow endlessly
She's a mother good and true
In her arms I'm born anew
Madre Grande I sing for you
11.16.09