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Spirit is Born

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

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Seekers of Light

We long to send our spirits up – To soar above the sky
Yet our tiny hearts will tremble  – All the faster when we try

We would be steadfast warriors  – With intentions made of gold
Yet our human ways will stumble –  On the same mistakes of old
Invisible threads connect us  – In ways we don’t perceive
Yet we imagine we are separate  – And alone the ‘I’ must grieve

In darkness we find lightness  – As healing grows through pain
Then we see in one another –  The beauty and the shame
We carry deep within us  – The source of all that is
Yet we struggle in confusion  – Imperfect incomplete

Intelligence misleads us  – It feeds the ego mind
In the search for truth and wisdom  – We can’t know the things we find
Our questions lead us higher  – Then throw us to the ground
It isn’t ‘till the asker fades –  That nothing can be found

In the stillness of the night time  – By the language of the wild
We pass through the fear that bound us –  To reclaim the dreaming child
In dancing and in music  – And In the simple joy to be
In the quiet understanding –  That we share we can be free

We breathe light toward the centre –  As we ride upon the wave
To cry and laugh as love transforms us  – Humble gentle brave

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