Bewildered Befuddled Begotten It all comes from somewhere forgotten I’d go for wildered in the wilderness We will be wildered in the wilderness I’d fuddle anywhere fuddling was allowed And never be cowed I’d have gotten somewhere Like my friend Tim would dare Acknowledge the knowledge that wilding brings [bridge] the knowledge that wilding brings to become the tree of grace That now dances in our space. [bridge] The roots which escaped when the farmer was befuddled The fruit that can be gotten by wilding about Looking in the wild for the fruit that got out. Be wildered – it’s better than being tamed Be fuddled especially around puddles And what ever can be gotten Like spoiled apples that were rotten That grew to become the tree of grace That now dances in your space. Such that grew and now dance in your space. That grew and now dances to become the tree of grace That now dances in your space. [bridge] Wilding the mind As if wildering a flower Place and time transpose Along life’s rivers flows A plant carried on through space and time To find the ground of seeds’ design Wilding apples for mustang’s pleasure Wilderness with grace fulfilled Wilderness with grace fulfilled Wilderness with grace fulfilled Wilding hearts Or wilding minds Can move up and beyond hope to find The thing which wilding formulates Growth of sapling bent by wind Blown along the ground and All around Wilding wind is here again. All around upon the ground Wilding’s fruit will be found All along the wilding trail Along the trail All around Wilding wind is here again. All around Wilding wind is here again. All around Wilding wind is here again. Is here again Bewildered Befuddled Begotten It all comes from somewhere forgotten
