Fire Dance
I pour the ocean in my cup Sip by sip, I drink it up Fire warping, ever-stretching Its fingers through the distance
MaryLiz Bender
Futurist Composer & Space Age Storyteller
Here, I share personal thoughts, poetry, and the latest happenings in my world of space exploration and music for space travel.
I pour the ocean in my cup Sip by sip, I drink it up Fire warping, ever-stretching Its fingers through the distance
Wind blasting my toes and cheeks Hair tangling itself into a thousand impossible knots Mouth stretched ear to ear Eyes glistening While squinting Basking in the Sun
Ray Bradbury's speech lights a fire in my heart like no one else. It burns so intensely, I feel I have time-traveled to the ’60s and I must dash to my typewriter to conjure up ghosts and fling myself into the belly of the whale....
How will we take our humanity with us as we venture further out into space? How can we bring an entire orchestra on our journey? I've spent a decade pondering this question and experimenting with ideas. Now, I'm preparing to send my music gloves to space....
Today was extra-special as I interviewed former astronaut and NASA Administrator, Charlie Bolden, about his inspiring life journey, the profound experiences he had in space, and the perseverance and determination that fueled his way....
Oh, the want To save the world To make a mark To leave it all Better than it was. Now, A little self-reflection On what constantly tugs and begs this: To have an idea that feels so true May exist most importantly for you. I see… What the world needs Is...
I have not reached the end of a road But, machete in hand, forging my own What more triumphant feat Than to pave my way, beat by beat? Step by glorious step, I march Into unknown, my beating heart Sets the rhythm from my chest And thriving tone of my quest A passion that feeds...
I have seen the layered depths of hell And trodden I was, beneath its spell But somehow lived, then thrived to tell What lies beyond if you pass through The path to heaven is long and bleak And full of incessant suffering But, trudge away with spirit full And lift yourself up when you’re consumed...