Here’s the choir I sing in, singing Limitless One (words by me and music by Kim Samuels
Breezes skim
Breezes skim
these heaves of people pleasing
fragile skin.
glancing Sun
entrances rays to gift
such warm embrace upon this
mistifying living haze.
ancient Presence dances sighs so
peacefulness un-creases thus so
dried-on earth-bound tears
deeply seep and future soothe
untold and fearful atmospheres.
Fragrances in dampened clay
re-concieve to re-discover hidden ways to
sparkle golden unknown easefulness
rebirthed in ageless tender Breath.
Yes:
Breezes breathe-in, pores steep to refresh.
Light breathing-out in wordless oneness.
Refreshing the Blessing
I am currently on a song writing course,
here’s this weeks offering
Verse 1
Near to The One are we that mourn
While hungering for Life re-born
Renewal comes to aching hearts
Who warm in Love while pulled apart
For everyone becomes in me
The thoughts I offer them to be
If I am stone I feel no pain
But am denuded just the same
Chorus:
And now beyond the fear, receive both loud and clear:
Blessings from you, Blessings from me
Joining anew with Loves unity
Goodness becoming, Goodness refreshing
These Blessings on Blessings, on Blessings, on Blessings
Verse 2
To shrink our ego’s near to nought
Intention needs to follow thought
When silence in our hearts take root
We blossom into ripened fruit
When with the loveless we consort
Good News breaks through to now report
Our suffering’s washing out again
As Blessings come from sun and rain.
Chorus:
And now let us rejoice, by lifting-up our voice:
Blessings from you, Blessings from me
Joining anew with Loves unity
Goodness becoming, Goodness refreshing
These Blessings on Blessings, on Blessings, on Blessings
Bridge:
Within this moment and this breath
Pause to re-remember that we are Blessed.
Verse 3
How fluidly for friends and foe
Do blessings from peacemaker’s flow
They float on Oceans unity
Make Graceful waves while all at sea
Immersed within the merciful
Awashed with Love for one and all
These beautiful forgiving ones
Bring buoyancy to living stones.
Stretching the Beatitudes
Blessed are
the softened ones, the peacemakers, the pure in heart
With gentleness and unity they grow with Grace consistently
Near to Light are they that mourn while hungering for Life re-bourn
and Blessed are the merciful, those wishing well to one and all
Renewal comes to aching hearts who warm in Love while pulled apart
For everyone is to us, what we think them to be
Of course, the stone can feel no pain:
They are denuded, they do not flourish, nor do they blossom into ripening fruit
Within this Blessed sun and rain.
(Blessed pronounced Ble-ssed)
Signs of sheer beauty
how human our limits
that stonewall the old
when back-lit in turquoise
sage-pink and gold
we step fast from old steps
reject habitations
rooted in ivy and lichen and mould
to stretch long through wheat fields
and sing clear to blue peaks
as windmills sift slowly
the breeze that our throats seek
while temperatures rising
drench soft cloth and salt skin
as rugged the weary
pass mountain and memory
to pause at The Cross.
Daily Ablutions
Reading Shuntaro and Dickinson
says to me its time to go
put down the scrawling pen
and see the sun and daisies breathe
in Freedom’s oxygen.
Brimful water steams
my lowering smiling self
displacing bodies to my breath
in throat and heart and warming chest
to rest such mistiness
in rhythms from above.
city slowness 