The fire burns,
From deep, deep it burns,
Hot,
Ferocious,
Cleansing.
I stand in the fire,
I feel its heat,
I welcome its
All consuming
Ire.
The fire is in me,
It is of me,
It is me,
I am its master,
It is for me.
Let the fire burn,
Let it clear a path,
Let it open a way
Through the briars
Of loss and pain.
The fire burns,
It is clean and bright,
From its ashes
Will rise,
The noble king.
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Fire
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Ancestors
The morning comes,
Daybreak over the land,
The night receding
As it rises
On the other side.
I stand in the new daylight,
Its fresh brilliance,
Brings a warmth
Deep
Within my soul.
I turn to my ancestors
And pray,
They brought me here,
I honour them,
I turn towards tomorrow.
Today I am here,
On future’s threshold,
An ancestor to be,
A sacred responsibility,
I hold it within my heart. -
Together
A cloud comes over,
All the more
For
The sunshine
That has gone before.
A melancholy arrives,
All a part
Of the flow of life,
The riding of the waves
Up and down.
I stay with myself now,
I stay with you all,
All my ancestors
And me,
Here we are together.
So the clouds have come,
Yet the sun still shines,
I quietly sit and wait,
All of us together,
We see each other. -
Heart And Home
I leave here now,
But,
A part of me will stay,
That part,
Which was,
Here before I came.
That part,
From my father,
Deep within my soul,
That part,
That called,
So I came.
So,
Now my father,
Come with me,
I take you by the hand,
I will take you home,
With me. -
Through The Storm
Thunder rumbles through the hills,
Lighting cracks,
Rain lashes the ground,
The sea claws the stony beach,
Wild,
All as it should be,
Alive,
True.
It is a cleansing,
The soul yearns,
Reaches out,
The gods bestow.
In the wildest storm,
In the most sublime sunny day,
Lives the truth,
Here,
We find
Who we are.
And,
To my father I say,
I forgive you,
I thank you,
I love you
With all my heart. -
An Angel Speaks
A voice speaks to me,
From within,
From without,
It enfolds me,
Permeates me,
It is me,
It is of me,
It is of all of them.
There is a peace in this voice,
A silence in its sound,
For it is a voice
Not for hearing,
But for feeling,
For knowing,
To inhabit,
To be inhabited by.
I welcome this voice,
As it comes,
As it goes,
I thank it,
As it shows me
The way,
The way
That is me. -
Seeking Freedom
A tiredness inhabits me,
Deep,
Old,
An echo of the past.
It sits there now,
Showing itself,
Perhaps
Ready to leave.
I do not know,
But the depths
Have come to the surface ,
They wish to be set free. -
Move Free
The breath rises,
It brings an opening,
A doorway,
A glimpse
To another place,
That brings a chance.
A chance to let go,
Not forget,
But to move on,
No longer gripped
By fear and loss,
By regret.
The fear and loss,
The regret,
That permeate all,
Released to the winds,
Freeing them,
Freeing you.
Freeing them,
We honour them,
Freeing ourselves,
We serve ourselves,
Whole again,
We see our destiny. -
Darkness To Light
The world shakes,
Not beneath my feet,
But within my heart,
Within my soul.
I feel desolate,
The well closed over,
Lost,
Frightened.
An event,
An occurrence,
Taps
Something deep inside.
Deep and dark,
Existential,
This living dread
Climbs to the surface.
It is mine,
Mine to know,
Mine to love,
Mine to care for.
It is for me
To be the father,
To let me know,
I am safe in the world.
I turn to
This poor lost child,
I take him
In my arms.
You are safe now,
I am here,
I will protect you,
Keep you from harm.
His trusting eyes
Look into mine,
To the light we turn,
Leaving darkness behind. -
Father’s Spirit
Hush now,
And you will know me,
For I live there,
Deep within you,
A quiet whisper,
Amongst all the whispers
Of your ancestors.
I am of you,
But not you,
I am like a ghost
That waits on the threshold,
Waiting,
Finally to be released
From this mortal coil.
Fear not,
You will not lose me,
For you will have found me,
So that now I may be at your side,
Not within you;
Your friend,
Not your ghost.
You are here now,
And I welcome you,
Do nothing,
For all shall be done,
Follow the flow of the tide,
It will take you,
Where you need to go. -
Space Between
I hear the echoes
Of my ancestors,
In the quiet spaces
Between the noise.
The space between things
Holds treasure,
Elusive,
As a rainbow’s.
Into the space
We must go,
Here we will find,
All there is to know. -
History’s Echo
A sweetness resides,
In the gentle feel
Of soft reminiscence.
All that has gone before,
Felt
In a moment. -
Song And Dance
The day comes,
I must see myself,
Hear that voice,
Embrace the tune
To which I dance.
It simply arrives,
In the wake of doing,
With a little curiosity,
With a little love,
Singing its joyful song.
Sing along now,
Take it into my heart,
It is my song,
To which
I dance. -
Divine Soul
Sweep the dust away,
See the gleam,
The divine soul
Shining through,
Always there,
Yet,
At times hidden,
Now free again,
Brilliant,
In the light
Of the sun.
Behind
Whatever darkness may befall
It lies,
Wise,
Beautiful,
Calm,
Full of care.
You are this. -
New Beginning
On the eve,
The dawn breaks,
Casting its light
On the newest of days.
Nothing will be the same again,
As the sun’s rays bathe the land,
The horizon suffused
With magenta and gold.
The gold
A treasure
Now revealed
For the first time.
And so
New eras are born,
To be taken in to the heart,
To lift up the soul.
From here the spirit flies,
Surveying the new land,
From here
A new life begins.
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