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Sweetest Tears

Deep within your Heart
is a great well of tears
Some of them are fresh
Others as ancient as time

Don’t be afraid to enter
Dive to the untouched depths
There are many treasures waiting
In the darkness there:

The sweetest tears –
The wild, raw, untamable ones
The streaming torrents of grief –
Are really made of purest light

Find that sacred source
from which all tears spring
and channel your deepest sorrows
into an irresistible fount of Loving

If the Beloved himself
were to weep, freely
Every drop of his brilliant tears
would Love a whole universe into being.

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The Good Song

I have found a place
Beyond time and Space,
Oh sweet surrender…
There I ride the wind
So far deeply in
And it is good!

Oooh ooh la la la la
la la la la la la x2

You can come with me
And we can be so free,
It will be good!
We can dance and sing
With the flowers and the trees,
It will be good!

Let’s go light-ly
I’ll meet you where you are,
Don’t be shy now
I’ve already seen your heart
And it is good!

Oooh oooh la la la la la
la la la la la la… x2

So come and play with me
in the rivers to the sea,
It will be good!
We can ride the wind
So far deep within,
Oh sweet surrender…

Oooh oooh la la la la la
la la la la la la… x2

…and it is good!

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I Call This Love

True love can not be whispered
with even the most pleasing of words,
For the love which can be whispered
has been given name and shape ,a beginning, an end
and the love which I have known to be true
is formless.

The truth which can be spoken of
is not the real truth,
For that which is spoken is ever changing like the wind
and the ones who speak shift endlessly like desert sand;
the truth which I could promise to tell you so sweetly
may taste bitter on your own soft lips.

One may perform a thousand kind gestures
from the deepest core of the purest heart,
but even this can not be called love;
For love can not be done or undone, nor given nor received:
Love is the unbound space from which all arises
and in which all movement occurs.

If I could give love a name
I would call it truth
and I would call truth love;
For what I have discovered
is that there is no truth which could not be witnessed as love,
neither a love which could be dismissed as untrue.

You tell me that I do not know about love
and neither could I know of such things;
But just as surely as nothing can truly be shared,
the stardust singing in me is the same that dances in you;
And when all that was ever thought has been forgotten,
a certain harmony will be revealed.

There is a place from which galaxies are born,
empty of all that could be known,
We will meet there – before this so clumsily touched
and I will know you by your light;

By the absence of that which is not.

I call this love,
all being united – in naked, resplendent, perfection.

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Becoming a Mirror

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.

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We are Sad Sometimes

We are sad sometimes
For there is sadness in us
It is a sweet smile
Or a silent tear
Falling

Calling

Hearts dancing

How vivid are these encounters!

Years of weeping have made us tender
Our souls brave and raw
They are amused by the sincerity of our
Imaginings

Laughing
Playing

Carried by ancient rivers
Deep longing
Powered by wings of sorrow

How mysteriously it has found us!

Liberated by the falling
Outside of ones self
We can become softer
And the world reveals itself as
Delightful

How marvellous it is to be alive!

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