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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.

	



	



		
			



	
		

			

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my daily prayer to this meandering small self
					


	

	

	

		

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.

	



	



		
			



	
		

			

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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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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.