Solitary Rose
Then I look to see
More images of her
Inconspicuously
Breathing so to rest
Blossoming to bare
Summer’s mist abreast
Of Winters quickening care.
Solitary Rose
Then I look to see
More images of her
Inconspicuously
Breathing so to rest
Blossoming to bare
Summer’s mist abreast
Of Winters quickening care.
All things unfold
Within Your time not mine
Giftings grown tall
From Your richness divine
There are some things I think
That now seem not quite right
Beyond the keep of sweet mercy
And Your deep loving light.
Maybe Yahwey’ can see
Every pulse in my soul
There are my ways to know
That I need not to know
High ways to feel
To flow in and receive
These new rivers of Goodness
Within each breath I breathe.
a new song in the making, appeared as I was walking to work today.
my daily prayer to this meandering small self
being beautifully fed, watered and grown from within the echo’s of Hazrat Inayat Khan (vol 7 p222 onwards), whose words encourage a deepening within One enduring, loving and forgiving Heart.
May my temperament be a negative temperament, resigned, perfectly resigned to the will of Love.
May i learn patience, confidence, endurance, tolerance.
May i carry my cross; be crucified a thousand times.
Ongoing in this life, may i know what Love is.
And as i already flow within the abundance of silent air
May i also rest my need to know.
Effacing myself may i smooth away my thougths of personality.
May i dissolve the rock and out of which become water.
May my way not be the hammer but of water, for the hammer breaks a rock, while water surrounds it and makes its way.
May my way give peace and comfort to those who come in contact with it.
May i heal and lift up those who are grasping in darkness, who are touching the depths of their earth.
May i develop love that one desires to see in our mothers and fathers and may that love be flowing towards every person, every soul.
It is not just a fable that the trees and the rocks speak, may my sympathy develop so i hear the rock and plant and tree.
Breathing for and with me, may we still.
Within this sharing breeze may roots enmesh, may Fragrances restore, refresh, awaken at our very core.
May nature open up before me.
May i communicate, wordlessly, with every form of life.
May it not be necesscary that i should leave this world, for whether in a forest or admist the worlds strife, the souls of human kindness are always capable of rising to great heights.
May i wish
desire beyond desire
move and immerse
this small self
within these waves and vibrations of Beloved Oneness
always and forever may we
inter-be
so be it
let it be so
Amen.
In my despair you share
Great lessons in lessening light
When worry is all that i do
You empty Your Love
So to fill my soul full
That i may have eyes behind eyes i pray
That the womb of my heart
hears You clearly say.
I AM
Beloved
I AM
Word
I AM
Love lightly
spinning this world
Forest filled Breezes
Feathering Breath
I AM
sweetening Promise
Delight-full darkness.
A chant inspired by Hazrat Inayat Khan.
The Seer the sight and the seen
Knower, knowledge and the known
Beyond all my homespinning reasoning
First second third within
Bramaha
Alpha to Omega
Beyond all my sunsets and most distant star
Easing in unification
Breathe in me lightly beloved one heart
When sitting, standing reclining
Adour in each and every breath
Essencing You in my living
Strong Tower, Will Power within humbleness
My speaking my hearing now leaning
Into compassionate wordlessness
Reaching towards my beginning
The wound in your side beating deep in my chest
Beat in our heart, our hearts our hearts
So empty so soulfully fill us with you
In every wave and vibration
So swimming the deep we discover anew
The Oceans of harmony sleeping forgets
Soaking those seeking for Beauties respect.
From Hazarat Inayat Khan’s The Dance of the Soul (part of Ragas, pa147):
Let Thy wish become my desire
Let Thy will become my deed
Let Thy word become my speech, Beloved
And Thy love become my creed
Let my plant bring forth Thy flowers
Let my fruits produce Thy seed
Let my heart become Thy lute, Beloved
And my body Thy flute of reed.
and my ditty after this:
The battle is done
my heart is won
My Beloved and I
Sway as one
The battle is done
My heart is won
May my Beloved and I
Breathe as one.