Stafford in sage and optimistic mode, his acoustic guitar building from a traditional Buddhist chant. Drawing the One of Circles to win the hand becomes an image for being blessed with fortune – worth striving to imagine, even from the deepest troughs of despair.
I could have been nowhere, I have never been strong
Things could have been different, gone so wrong
But now, beautiful fortune smiles all around me
I am picking the moon from the bottom of the sea, lucky me
You, you have your troubles, life laying you low
I know what you’re feeling, believe me, I know
But see, there in the distance - look, where you could be
One day, picking the moon from the bottom of the sea
- wait and see…
You could be catching the bird in the bamboo tree…
plucking the fruit from the balcony…
Picking the moon from the bottom of the sea, like me - lucky me!