Thousands of years before history recorded
Deep in the jungle a woman stepped on wet clay
And the print remained there
Future reminder of ages ago
Many lives later a traveler crossed the same path
Under the vines he saw traces of that footprint
Silent testimony
Spiritual journey begun long ago
Eons of changes, illusion of some progress
Fearfulness leading us further from the soul power
Known in early ages
When nature’s heartbeat rang loud on the earth
The key to our freedom lies not just in our thinking
The ancient intuition that’s buried deep within us Is waiting to be set free
The creator’s gift to her children must flow
We call on the past now to show us where to go We’re closer to then than we may want to show
We’re closer to then than we may really know
Footprints
Ancient footprints
My 33 year old nephew just told me he's into jazz, having seen a Clark Terry docu. where Mr. Clark mentors a young piano phenom. This was the 2nd song I sent him..Poinciana was the first. I don't want to overwhelm nephew, but, man! he has opened Pandora's jazz box! I'm so excited to share so much with him
The first time I heard this song just happens to be the first time I ever played it with a jazz combo in college. I show up for my first ever combo gig after meeting the jazz guys in the jazz ensemble class and they all have two or three thick books full of music. Fake books and stuff. I, being the 18 yr old drummer that I was at the time, had never seen a fake book. I asked about my music and was told that I don't use any. No pressure. Anyway, they just said, "jazz waltz" and the bass player kicked it off and I've been a huge fan of that melody ever since.
Music my dad used to listen to. There he is sitting in the living room, a glass of balentine ale, bad back, pack of kools, stereo sound now, not to loud....