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John O’Donohue– Author and Poet

What is a cheap way to understand the gift of sexuality and the body? What is a cherishing way to view your body and all aspects of creation?

Text Support (lyrics and poem) for Audio Selection

  1. Block Dog By David Wilcox
  2. Selection by John O’Donohue
  3. All of it was Music  by Over the Rhine  (song lyrics included)

Part #2    —John O’Donohue/ Patrick Kavanaugh

Reading Patrick Kavanaugh Discussing, “The Body is the Road”

Soul,’ I prayed,
I have hawked you through the world
Of Church and State and meanest trade.
But this evening
halter off,
Never again will it go on.
On the south side of ditches
There is grazing of the sun.
No more haggling with the world. . . .’

 

As I said these words he grew
Wings upon his back. Now I may ride him
Every land my imagination knew.

Extra Credit:  OnBeing Interview with John O’Donohue (we won’t cover any of this but if you want to do a bit more thinking on beauty and the gift of the imagination- here it is).

To see OnBeing in the YouTube Video Player

All of It Was Music by Over the Rhine

The night was bending in a grin
As streetlight shadows tattooed skin
Whatever we were tangled in
All of it was music

The bed sheets were our whitest flag
The war became a game of tag
We surrendered all we had
And all we had was music

The humming of the window unit
The street noise often sang right through it
A drunken song somehow we knew that
Even it was music

The newness of uncovered skin
Your messy hair your goofy grin
Your shattered places deep within
All of it was music

To those I’ve wronged, Please forgive me
I hope this song, helps you believe me
The holding on the letting go
It all gets buried soft and low
But even then a song might grow
All of it was music

We left the city far behind
We traveled light we traveled blind
With no idea what we’d find
Or whether we could use it
The rolling fields were lined by trees
Wild flowers brought us to our knees
The poison ivy thick as thieves—
We swung an ax to bruise it
A place where we could rest awhile
Where hummingbirds could thrum for miles
And we could leave the edges wild
And let wild birds sing through us
Fires where all our sparks could scatter
Midnight stars could drop their ladders
I’m not sure any of it matters
But all of it was music
To those I’ve wronged, Please forgive me
I hope this song, helps you believe me
The holding on the letting go
It all get buried soft and low
Don’t ask me how but I still know
All of it was music

To those I’ve wronged, Please forgive me
I hope this song, helps you believe me

This world so full of joy and pain
Was more than one heart could contain
We let it spill and flood the plain
All of it was music