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Meet Life Here

The world has become a dream
the layers blurred and mingled.
When I don’t feel G-d
in every heart beat,
I am lost in the mist –
Belonging nowhere

I walk through this city
in a body made of space;
I can’t find any place
that I am – or am not.

The senses flow unrecognised,
erased of meaning;
My story floats unreachable,
beyond the stillness.
I think I have forgotten
how to be a person.

I move amongst people a stranger,
There’s a place from where the Soul comes –
to which we all return
I know us each so intimately,
so inseparably there – I have become
invisible.

Heart whispers:

“Look at the moon,
breathe in unseen
sounds of light – moving,
watch the wind,
feel rain on skin –

Let love find you.

There is a silence
in all things – meet life
here.

Turn to the world empty handed;
Listen to the beauty
everywhere – waiting
to be spoken.

Fill the deepest holding
of your heart – now
breathe out
all the blessings.”

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Long Time Coming

The moon is beautiful
and sometimes
a long time coming.

She is not always as close
or full as this night,
she draws my burning heart
to reflect the purest longing.

The light which has been hidden
will be revealed,
it’s spilling over, waiting.

Consume me with your truth;
Bless the weeping
face turned upwards:
The mistakes I have made,
may they be your becoming

Every moment that I forget you
or ask you to look away,
let it hurt me so deeply,
pain me even more than this.

Break me open, let there be no rest
until have emptied into you completely.

Show me where I did wrong,
don’t be kind.
Give me the courage
to make everything right;

I’ll be here waiting, watching,
listening for you all night.

The darkness is radiant,
pours my heart into the deepest places

Suspended in grace
I die unto the love once more
Dawn comes, lost in praying,
Keep me with you,
Keep me with you today.

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Waiting

What you have really been waiting for
is not to be invited in
to the house where the lovers
sit blissfully drinking tea;

But to see your reflection
in the cup that G-D himself
has been gently stirring
all this long,
thirsty, time.
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