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And I whisper softly

And I whisper softly

You’re welcome

Breathe lightly to transform please

This human heart flesh, breath and bone

Show me a way beyond whats my way

And within these times unfold

Fresh pathways through lifes mysteries

And guide this spirit home

Yahweh come.






For I am scrolling more, engaging less





Consuming by the score





While refusing to digest, 





I see anothers flaws





And ignore the consequences of my choices










You’re welcome





Roll back my stone





Remake a home within me





Yahweh come





Whisper again





On winds of change restore me










For I whisper softly you’re welcome 





Upon wings of change restore me





As inch by inch I move along





Sweet Love please rush towards me.





And within Your grace unfurl





Fresh pathways through lifes mysteries





And guide this spirit home





Yahweh come.










The more harm I do, the less calm I get





Wading through life’s courses





Immersed in living, I forget





How deep and wide your voice is.










You’re welcome





Make me your song





Refresh and breathe within me





Yahweh come 





Make me your home





With love filled hope complete me





My livin'
Forgiven 
Yahweh come.

Unbidden
Unhidden
Yahweh has come





Before I whisper softly,





 Yahweh comes.

	



	



		
			



	
		

			

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Ya Zahir
					


	

	

	

		


























Ya Muqaddim





Ya Batin





Ya Mawjud





Ya Zahir





step by step





always Now and ever Been





knocking from the inside





for the One unseen





wave upon wave





form to crest to be unseen





Manifesting dissolution





In the union of Being











	



	



		
			



	
		

			

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Yahwey
					


	

	

	

		
















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.

	



	



		
			



	
		

			

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Delight-full darkness
					


	

	

	

		

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.

	



	



		
			



	
		

			

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The Seer, Sight and the seen
					


	

	

	

		









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.

	



	



		
			



	
		

			

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My very first day of covid, the battle is won!
					


	

	

	

		














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.