Quiet Majesty Video (MV)

I once saw a fox in the snow, bright as an ember he was in the night's dying fire
His silent passage was dignity and freedom
And in the moment that I met his amber, ember eye, I knew something of surrender
Of what it is to live at peace with life
He carried nothing with him, but his hunger and the freezing moment
No dreams of becoming or betrayal, no empty wishes for a brighter day
The soundless grief of existence gave him depth
And he offered his nobility to everything around him
Gifting the trees in the vast night sky with presents and warm, soft feet in the crisp snow
He knew nothing of forgiveness, for how can there be anger or resentment within such surrender
Life was his and he belonged to life, separation and dissatisfaction
Just a human story that passed him by and left no trace in the wild peace of animal beingness

And here we are, here we are, fools and kings, lovers and childish gods cast up upon the
Shores of being, hearts wandering through this human story
Lives woven through with grief and longing and anger
Splashes of darkness to bring forth the colours of love
This merciless and merciful life demands nothing less than the sacrifice of the everything that
We imagine ourselves to be, nothing less than the sacrifice of everything we imagine ourselves to be
We will have to forgive in the end, my friends
For bitterness will never pass the gate that waits for us all, and under the eyes of grace all things are revealed Resentment hides love bitterness is a veil drawn across our bright and innocent faces
We rage against ourselves and all the places where we have failed and fallen short of what we know we could be
We rage even against those we love who will never be as we wish they were
We rage against life forgetting that without breath we are no one and nothing
Our bodies and our beliefs will give themselves to the earth like leaves in the winter
We will never be without grief, for it holds and deepens love in ancient hands
But this anger and tightly held idea of what is right is a heavy burden indeed
Forgiveness is born of surrender
Dignity will never be earned but arises from acceptance
When we stand in judgment our knees grow stiff and our eyes dull, blinded by the arrogance of a
Species that has forgotten how to listen to the lake and the stones and the leaves

We lose the path to the one altar
Where all but love falls away and all is forgiven in the endless dance of being
So set it down my friend, set it down beside you in the snow, the weight of all that you carry
For it is not yours to keep, it was never yours, set it down

Set it down, return to your animal feet and simple being, keeping pace with the quiet
Majesty of the fox in the vast plains of the breathing velvet darkness