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