Soft rays breeze silver for waxing green leaves
Red berry hands beauty to stem strangled weeds
Crows hack out the skyline
Slime chewed rooting succumbs to their fate
Wood pigeon soothes hedgerows of dense
Sparrow space
Tall grass bows their seed heads
While nestling docks bring
Damp balm to the woodlouse
And the nettles sharp sting.
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
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
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.
Enlightening lessons
in lessening light
unravelling passions
that bind the heart tight
unfolding enfoldment
Will conquer self-will
Sophia please clear me
and empty to fill.
formless beyond description
arisen upon descent
saving all-told from destruction
a presence that Perfection sent.
.
.
spreading laced veils before us
we smile and cry through our strife
mourning, while weal’s keep on turning
salt weaving the woundings of life.
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.
borne high we stoop low for a season
to carry the wrong with the right
we weigh every load upon reason
just like beasts in the burden of night.
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yet spirits smile silent upon us
sweet fragrances sent in the sky
even tides sway to know moonlight
ravines weep down steep mountainside.
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eagles charm Light with their feathering
angel wings balm every soar
Love reigns to sooth with Her weathering
Life water flows deep in our core.
city slowness 