What to do and what to say
when hanging by a thin thread
when all I do is pray
when all I have is my head
Heart in throat, trying to sing
not weep
the song that I keep
singing out
loud
shout
so that the angels can sing with us
And so be it
it's the dream come true
The angels sing
and we are singing too
Heath and sky
Here am I
Taking in all with a deep breath
Letting it all out
Breath in and shout
This vast space, the heath
Yoga oasis for a while
Wishing the ordeal to end
And soon say goodbye
With all the memories sweet
Now all I want is to fly
Breath in the sky
Breath out and cry
Fly to the sea of blue
Move to the south skies
Trust the Universe, the Angels
Calling the four directions
Keeping calm and positive
Let the summer spirits
soar high
gliding, flying, reaching
for the stars
Rise up and surrender
to the full glow
to the fast flow
Receive and digest
the energy and the intensity
of it all
only to then fall
down, back to the earth
slow and steady
getting ready
Breathe, breathe through it
feet in the grass, hand in the soil
heart throb, soul boil
Risen with the heat of July
time is passing by
soon, very soon
shall be able to find peace, rest
making space, to rest
soon in my new nest
one more breath
one more
and one more
...
Now, soon, we shall be
near, very near, my dear
The moon guides us
to the shores, the sand, the rocks
glistening in July's sun rays.
The seagulls come to let us know;
now, soon, we shall be
moving to the sea, you'll see.
The last threads shall be woven,
carefully chosen, love, unbroken,
our tapestry of many colours,
sea breeze, flowers
awaiting,
the long painful hours
then, unweighting.
Moments away, the time is here,
Just a few more breaths:
Out, in, out, release
Shifting, surely swiftly,
She calls, I tell her
I feel, the pull
Her call
Wait, still
while I wait
Soon it will
all move forward
the wait is long
the wait is hard
Sea song sweetly sings in my ear
From afar, I still hear her
Moving closer
Won't be long,
almost there,
We shall be near
You will see
I shall sing your song
The sea, you and me
There was a time when meadow, grove, and stream,
The earth, and every common sight,
To me did seem
Apparelled in celestial light,
The glory and the freshness of a dream.
It is not now as it hath been of yore;—
Turn wheresoe'er I may,
By night or day,
The things which I have seen I now can see no more.
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Hence in a season of calm weather
Though inland far we be,
Our Souls have sight of that immortal sea
Which brought us hither,
Can in a moment travel thither,
And see the Children sport upon the shore,
And hear the mighty waters rolling evermore.
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Thanks to the human heart by which we live,
Thanks to its tenderness, its joys, and fears,
To me the meanest flower that blows can give
Thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears.
