There is something happening here

There is something happening here

It’s Holy and Its moving me

From unclear to clear

Enlightening like Bible light  

Breaking through the cold

There’s a knowing from unknowing

Growing in my soul

.

Something is emerging somehow

All my past and my future needs

Melt within the now

Renewing to the depth of me

Love’s sweet balm again

You sooth away uncertainty

 Whisper out my name

.

Breath of Life You’re my beat and song

Your perfume is my DNA

All the lived day long

Powerfully You’re by my side

Make me and mould me

I’ll meet you where my soul resides

Beyond the Beyond.

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.