The spectre of late thirties lies before me with wills
The bucket must empty before it fills
And all the lockets I keep so safe and warm
Are nothing but silence within the storm
And the wind it howls, beats against the doorframe
Like the terror of time that knows my name
Coz it’s aging and fading, then again to bloom
And I am the Space within the room
I am the Awareness that keeps the body breathing
I am the Love in the absence of needing
I am the stars and I am the wild
Who long ago moved through this life as child
And it’s agile and free, beautiful and still
It captures each moment on the windowsill 
To grow like a branch out from the tree
I seem to call this incarnation me
But it’s more and it’s less than words can contain
I try to describe it but I do it in vain
As all the rivers join the great sea
And realise their Eternity 
I’m washing the coast with the beat of a wave
And there are a million things I try to save
But I let them all go as I open my hand
Give in to the ocean that turns rock to sand
Give into the heat that turns metal molten
I am a colt and thinking of bolting
But I’m held in this moment by the Decree
“All things of creation are expressions of Me
And none can move outside my command
I lift up the waters when I raise my hand
And unusual as it may seem
I’m calling you to wake from the dream
I’m calling you to stand up strong and true
Let my strength move through you”
And I’m barely breathing as I suck in the air
I’m living this life like an answered prayer
And to grow old is but a device
To get you to go deeper and maybe think twice
And ponder the source of your own Being
I’m just translating the light that I’m seeing
As it shines on every blade of grass
Open your heart and let it ask
For all that you’ve been dreaming of
The weather calming to a dove
And that the source of all is Love
Let go and live what is above


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