I dream of running free
wild beneath an open sky
Wind in hair
rain on skin
lying flesh to earth
of grass and leaves
I dream of being alive
to fill life completely
Of spirit unleashed
to move and breathe
Of being love
I dream of a spring
flowing from the core
of my beginning
and see how i have polluted it
all the light distorted
I pray that the great Love
will take me, not let me go.
Make me strong enough
to honour the crystal waters
Light on Light.
I shall stay awake all night
sitting within my own stillness.
I shall listen for the echo of the drum beat
then journey to its source.
I shall return to that place from which the heart whispers;
Where lovers reveal moonlight secrets:
where spirit is born.
At dawn I will go out
into the unbroken day.
I shall walk lightly with clear eyes and an open heart
so that I will be present to receive your blessings
with the awareness that they deserve.
I shall bathe in the music of new beginnings
and bear witness to the mysteries you have revealed.
When the world stirs I will turn to face you and say “YES!
and YES!” because I am not afraid to give myself completely
whilst honouring my own sweet truth;
So that each step is a humble offering
to adorn your dance.
I shall empty my mind to receive what we had always known
then bow down to honour your beauty.
I will remember yesterday’s sorrows
only for the wisdom which they taught.
And what was not given with love I shall set aside:-
Liberating our ancient hurts
to be returned to that place from which the heart whispers;
Where lovers create sun-kissed futures
and spirit is born
How does one become a mirror
that reflects with clarity
your true nature?
Whilst I was sleeping
you whispered words of love,
of love beyond my knowledge.
Perhaps I will remember you
as a dream that stirs in my heart at times
or as the wind in my hair.
I didn’t understand
because at that moment
I was not ready.
Yet your words find a place always,
in my deep still place
they are nourished.
Your voice is in the rain against skin,
a bird singing somewhere far away,
the space between my thoughts.
Some day I shall awake
and your whisperings will unfold,
just as love blossoms into a beautiful tree.
I ask the warrior, for what does he fight?
He bows down low before me
then draws near with searching eyes:
“I stand in a place beyond imagination
where answers hold no truth.”
So I ask what calls him, to have travelled so far?
He looks in each direction
then lifts up his arms:
“I am nowhere that can be measured
the journey is not of distance but of light”
So I ask again, “Then tell me, for whom do you fight?”
He steps forward to touch me and shines in the night:
“I fight the known for the unknown to be free,
I fight fear so that love can wholly be.
I fight illusions for the sleeping ones to see
I fight ignorance so that I can become we.
This battle is for consciousness,
for all who breathe and live.
My soul must travel onwards
for my heart is moved to give.”
His words make me ache with remembering,
he has reached the deep depths of my past.
His eyes force my tears to flow strongly
and I bow down to join him at last.
© October 2008