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There is something happening here

There is something happening here

It’s Holy and Its moving me

From unclear to clear

Enlightening like Bible light  

Breaking through the cold

There’s a knowing from unknowing

Growing in my soul

.

Something is emerging somehow

All my past and my future needs

Melt within the now

Renewing to the depth of me

Love’s sweet balm again

You sooth away uncertainty

 Whisper out my name

.

Breath of Life You’re my beat and song

Your perfume is my DNA

All the lived day long

Powerfully You’re by my side

Make me and mould me

I’ll meet you where my soul resides

Beyond the Beyond.

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Creative Meditations: Week three

Here’s the collective group poem for week three

Belonging, Knowing and the Unknown

Moving always moving, but

Slower now.

Opening and ready to receive.

Waking up

Falling asleep

Waking up

Falling asleep.

The magic of the trees, the sea, the sky

Just there.

When I uncover these veils Who else may arise?

The mother, the father, the son?

The Holy Spirit, the Wanderer, the Warrior?

I see these lines and lashes

That whisper and touch

Belonging, Knowing and the Unknown.

A collective poem that emerged within the ten minute ‘in the moment’ writing by those attending Creative Meditations on Feb 18 2025.

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Creative Meditations: Week two

Here’s the collective poem from week two:

Flowering Flutes

Blossom and all it represents

Loss and Beauty

Tethering chords of dischord and delight

Pluck tears of joy for my heart.

Callibrating ill-ease

I try

Moving more into the Light

I try

Magnetising Love within and without.

Golden and flowing and ever expanding

Happiness becomes a new nectar of life

To live

To love

 And even to Be

Sometimes, often times

 These pen movements

On paper

Tune like a song

When the flute is set free.

A collective poem that emerged within the ten minute ‘in the moment’ writing by those attending Creative Meditations on Feb 13 2025.

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Creative Meditations: Week One

Over the past three or so weeks I have been offering a space for others to meet write, sing and dance together, here’s the first weeks group poem:

Love’s gathering

I am softening from the hard world

Tender from its demands and constant asking of me

Things I love and things I must do tangle like vines and I

Cannot separate the two.

Life can be simple if it is allowed to be

A place of magic

To stop

To be restored

How many kind, fully hearted Beings

Walk soft foot along this path

Unseen, yet fully seen By Love

A collective poem that emerged within the ten minute ‘in the moment’ writing by those attending Creative Meditations on Feb 13 2025.

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Me and my absent client

Eight-thirty-two am

Orange candles and I

Wait within

My client’s absence.






Such expressed need last week





Have passed upon





More rivers of life experience





Hopefully.










I hold him, his essence





In my heart.










May he be well





May he be safe





May he be protected





May he be at peace.










Nine-oh-four am





Distant





Insistent city sirens





Crash into my absent clients time










and










The driver





The paramedic





The one in crisis





Their family and friends





Enter our session.










So many opportunities





To breathe in Amaan





To breathe out Light.










Nine-thirty am





My absent client





Parts from my heart





Payment due










My candle still burning





This city still turning










and










I sit still and wait.





Amaan: A call for refuge and peacefulness within Ultimate Love

	



	



		
			



	
		

			

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Beacons of Heart
					


	

	

	

		






Kindness in greeting





So thankful to gather





To find less together





Outside-ness and cold




















Friendships received in





Sweet harmonisations





Raptures unwrapping





Both newness and old















Attoning for lost years





Rich music resuming





Creative attunment





In Beacons of Heart.










After years of refurbishment, yesterday saw the re-opening of The Bristol Beacon, a newly beloved centre for live music. It was such a joyful and generous gathering of people, celebrating the vibrancy of this citys creativity, music, togetherness and dance.





And to think only a few years ago those many thousands of people could not, were not, allowed to spend time together in such a way.





Over the rest of Advent, each day, I aim enter and share here a tincture of the grateful Heart.