6. SEAGULL — Lyrics

Courage is Commitment

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Lyrics

[intro]
Listen!
People of clenched throats:
I arrive loud.
Wind measures me.
I answer with angle and timing.

”ENOUGH OF BECAUSE!”

I am voice that says,
“Dive.”

[chorus]
Sea-gull circles.
Ordinary chances.
Unapologetic appetite—
Sea-gull snatches.
Mine, mine, MINE!
Take the opening.
Sea-gull circles.

[verse]
Signal want, or it scatters.
Interrupt outcomes.
Startle the calm.
Palm the prize.
Lift and rise.
Learning lives in the swerve.
Choose mouth over doubt.
Celebrate mornings,
trash and chance.
Take what feeds—
Leave what drains—
Trust the tide
to sort the rest.

[chorus]
Sea-gull circles.
Ordinary chances.
Unapologetic appetite—
Sea-gull snatches.
Mine, mine, MINE!
Take the opening.
Sea-gull circles.

[bridge]
Hesitation stiffens timing.
Repetition grows confidence.
Voice marks territory.
Mouth of the breeze,
sea-gull eats.

[chorus]
Sea-gull circles.
Ordinary chances.
Unapologetic appetite—
Sea-gull snatches.
Mine, mine, MINE!

[outro ]
Desire moves first.
Permission follows.
Throw fear to tide.
Strike low.
Lift high.
Taste the day.

Sea-gull knows:
The moment opens.

“Seagull” is me chewing on desire.

Not desire as fantasy. Desire as appetite. Will. Passion.
The kind that makes me forget time while I’m doing it.

This song keeps circling one question:
Am I willing to take what I want without explaining why?

Lines like “ENOUGH OF BECAUSE!” and “Mine, mine, MINE!” came from noticing how quickly wanting turns into justification. A sentence forms. A defense appears. The body tightens. Timing slips.

Seagull tears that pattern in half.

He circles. He watches. He moves when the opening appears. He doesn’t argue with the tide. He doesn’t prove hunger. He trusts angle, timing, and attention.

“Signal want, or it scatters.”
Desire needs motion or it dissolves.

This track is me practicing willingness — to take my share, to trust that abundance isn’t fragile, to stop shrinking appetite out of politeness or fears.

Appetite and Abundance

Louise Hay often spoke about abundance as something already present — an ocean rather than a scarce resource. There’s plenty of success for everyone. The question was never whether there’s enough, but how willing we are to receive.

Abraham Hicks takes that further: desire isn’t something to earn or justify. It’s guidance. Alignment comes first. Action follows. The current carries what agrees with it.

Seagull lives inside that understanding.

He doesn’t work harder to deserve food.
He doesn’t apologize for taking space.
He doesn’t confuse effort with worth.

He trusts that what is meant for him arrives at the right moment — and he shows up ready to move when it does.

This song is me unlearning the idea that I have to struggle, prove, or explain my way into receiving.

Action as Trust

There’s also a current here that brushes against The Book of the Law — especially the idea that motion itself is sacred. That will expresses itself through action, not debate.

“It is I that go.”

Seagull doesn’t wait for certainty. He goes. The world rearranges afterward.

Desire is trusted as intelligence, and action completes the circuit.

I’m still practicing this.

Some days I hesitate.
Some days I dive.

This song holds the practice itself: choosing movement over explanation, appetite over apology, trust over proof.

Why This Song Sits Where It Does

This track arrives after Blue Jay because voice has already entered the air.

Heron waits.
Seagull tries.

Expression has already happened. What comes next is participation.

This song marks the shift from speaking truth → acting from it.

Seagull Law:

Food appears where attention lands.
Voice secures territory.
Adaptation counts as intelligence.
Survival feels funny when owned.

CHAPTER OF THE GULL

The Open Mouth & the Salt Law

Hear the wind that laughs over water.
This laughter gathers bodies.

Come, all who hunger and wander.
Learn the craft of staying fed.

I speak from the middle of motion.
Sky bends around my wing.
Water answers me.

I travel everywhere by appetite.
Attention steers me.
Timing crowns me.

Old rituals stiffen and sink.
Fresh habits stretch and breathe.
Joy sharpens skill.

Life delights in circulation.
Food moves.
Sound moves.
Bodies move.
Staying alive feels funny.

I spin between sea and street.
Salt seasons my feathers.
Oil slicks teach balance.

Calling counts as mapping.
Volume marks territory.
Laughter signals safety.

Remember this:
Existence carries flavor.
Sorrow thins under sunlight.
Use remains.

Hunger sharpens intelligence.
Improvisation proves wisdom.

Why dissolves under action.
Motion answers itself.

Listen, people of clenched throats:
Weight drops when shared.
Noise carries companions.

Isolation starves quickly.
Flock multiplies chance.

Beauty lives inside function.

Shame starves bodies.
Use feeds them.

Taste the day.

I travel alone and among many.
Togetherness flexes shape.

Choose movement over explanation.
Choose mouth over doubt.

Confusion falls into circles of asking.
Action lifts wings.

Blessings follow motion.
Stillness prepares launch.

Feast often.
Feast loudly.
Feast with friends.

Celebrate mornings, trash, and chance.
Celebrate endings that open space.

Fear thins in daylight.
Joy thickens in use.

Pity freezes bodies.
Participation warms them.

Those who move stay bright.
Those who cling grow heavy.

Strike ground lightly.
Lift quickly.
Laugh often.

Loss composts into timing.

Dogs of despair sleep hungry.
Birds of use stay fed.

Courage wears ordinary feathers.

Confidence grows from repetition.

I conquer through adaptation.

Masks confuse watchers.
Motion reveals kings.

Mockers learn eventually.
Practice educates faster.

Count what feeds you.
Share it.

Appetite shapes destiny.

Lift your head.
Breathe deep.
Leap.

Wisdom whispers: refine pleasure.

Exceed with elegance.

Grow toward abundance.

Desire stretches brightness.

Future voices decode this later.

Stand proud among bodies.

Lift yourself.
Sky meets you halfway.

Thus ends the Chapter of the Gull,
Keeper of Appetite and Air.

Closing

I’m still practicing this. Some days I hesitate. Some days I dive.

If this song lands for you, let it nudge movement.
If it doesn’t, let it pass.

A seagull circles, keeping watch over you.