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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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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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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.