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Breezes skim

Breezes skim

these heaves of people pleasing

fragile skin.

glancing Sun

entrances rays to gift

such warm embrace upon this

mistifying living haze.

ancient Presence dances sighs so

peacefulness un-creases thus so

dried-on earth-bound tears

deeply seep and future soothe  

untold and fearful atmospheres.

Fragrances in dampened clay

re-concieve to re-discover hidden ways to

sparkle golden unknown easefulness

rebirthed in ageless tender Breath.

Yes:

Breezes breathe-in, pores steep to refresh.

Light breathing-out in wordless oneness.

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Into the silence

into the silence

of your still small voice

out from my wilderness

I rejoice

outpouring spaciousness

leaves no choice

but to bathe in the loveliness

of harmony and poise.

spread out before us

this alchemy’s pouring

into anima animus

melting and reforming, yes

each and every one of us

each and every on is love.

What we believe in

we weave into actions

what we’re receiving

we feed on and store

we outwardly mirror

our inward reflections

so shine out your love light

from every pore.

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Atmospheric perfumes of old

Hazrat Inayat Khan Vol VI p. 205

‘for the person who as attained to the mystery of Sadhana (detachment from worldly things) there is nothing in this world which cannot be attained, all is within his reach, his power, his grasp’

grasping beyond all that is spoken

transforming insides in complete

focussing tight rightly pray to be opened

by boundaries way out of reach.

find nothing and all in acorns so small

where both Beauty and horror is riven

thorns stemming foes as rosebud unfurls

perfumaries for the forgiven.

atmospheres calling unseen and untold

pure waters hydrating dryness of form

seedlings compost in saplings of old

returning to unfurl in soft streams of dawn.

Turning new leaves to:

re route this wait

enlighten fear through

unloosening gates

empty and clearing

without and within

actively resting

and as we refresh and uncling.

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Intuit Moon

Intuit Moon

illume
carbon dark night
swathe silvering kisses
with Transcendent light
deep hush Your reflections
of cloud free Sunshine
replacing repentance
with diamonds Divine.

Intuit Moon, our compassionate sister
implant in us soon the deep ways of your Teacher
let husks turn resplendent and purity grow
while dusk forms new mornings as you soothe our soul.

Oh,
inchoate grasping
distress held less tight
unfurl like raw seedlings
in dappled moon Light
may bathing in Beauty
soften our clay
so tendril gyrations
spring forth Your new day.

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Stretching the Beatitudes

Blessed are

the softened ones, the peacemakers, the pure in heart

With gentleness and unity they grow with Grace consistently

Near to Light are they that mourn while hungering for Life re-bourn

and Blessed are the merciful, those wishing well to one and all

Renewal comes to aching hearts who warm in Love while pulled apart

For everyone is to us, what we think them to be

Of course, the stone can feel no pain:

They are denuded, they do not flourish, nor do they blossom into ripening fruit

Within this Blessed sun and rain.

(Blessed pronounced Ble-ssed)