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SET LIST 'INNER VOICE'
THE POETRY OF YOUR INNERMOSTNESS
Dear inner space travelers----astronauts of microcosmic encounters----elegant arousers of the inner-vision worlds----instruments of the Divine----humble parachuters into the great divide------ straight shooters into the realms of the non-linear------life members of team hiyuli-------eternal tourists of ecstasy enlisters -------insisters on being what you want to be-ers----imperceptible voice hear-ers ------innermostness imploders----I told you so----I told you we would meet up here in the world of This---because what this is ---truly is the focus of the 6 pronged star of David---it's what we've been saving up for all along ---and the song of the soul will always inform us where to go
STEP INSIDE OF YOUR INNERMOSTNESS
***step into your pnim d'pnim
see things you've never before seen
feel the gravitational pull
of the whole world to you
and you to all those whom you are meant to be with
in collaborative bliss
soul of soul
essence of essence
each breath lets you know
that there's no better place than this
*** step inside of your innermost-ness
peel away the layers
strip away the façade
you won't need that anymore
not in this place not in this sacred space
not when you truly face
the essence of who you are
TO LOVE WHAT IS
**and the void that constantly beckons
seeks to overcome all lackings all needings
until the private well that we protect so dearly
becomes an overflowing constant emanating wellspring
**and there are doors that have been closed
that are beginning to open
and there are desires
and visions and longings and birthings
that are beginning to appear and to manifest
**and the lifelong vision
of a life that's full and overflowing
finds it's realization in the knowing
that the ultimate way to be free
is to love what is is to be in love
with what is
this ironically enough
is the vision of bliss
IN ORDER TO BE AN INSTRUMENT PLAYED BY THE ONE
**In order to let anything
and anybody else
into our lives
We have to get ourselves out of the way
**In order to let G-d in
we have to let ourselves go
we will not need
to be here anymore
**In order to be primally activated
body and soul
and thought and emotion
and word and melody
We have to be able to disappear
just vanish from here
don't worry
you'll be in good hands
*in order to be the one
who can bridge Heaven and Earth
to be the one
who can truly appreciate
what it's all worth
let your soul
show you what to do
and what to know
and why you're here
and where to go
*In order to be an instrument
played by the One Above
we have to let go
we have to give up control
and with awe and love turn over the controls
to the One who loves us with infinite love
LISTEN TO THE ALMOST IMPERCEPTIBLE VOICE
*listen to the voice the almost imperceptible voice
and allow it to resonate loud and clear
it's the whole reason why we've come here
*I know you''ve been here before
I somehow recall your presence here
in another role in another face
but basically holding the same space running the same race
*I know that I've come
to take care of unfinished business I sense the smoothness of my actions
showing me that I've already done
what was needed in another space and time
*And we roll around and around
from here to there from then to now
and the wheels keep on turning
and the passion keeps on stirring
THE POETRY OF TAPPING INTO THE ENDLESS WELLSPRINGS OF SILENCE
Dear sailors of the Sea of Silence……..The Sea of Silence ---like the Sea of this world has waves and tides and a million ever changing colors and moods and beauty and endlessness and undiscovered treasures and exotic life forms and mystery …..you silence surfers and sailors and searchers---- surely you know that the silence holds all of this and so much more---for inhabiting that self same silence is our soul----and the soul is part of the One Above------and so—the keys to the most amazing secrets and wisdoms lie here in this sacred space-----and the resolutions to all the challenges of your very beings are to be drawn from here----but , as you know---you must learn how to navigate this Sea of Silence----like the explorers of yesteryear discovering new continents and new languages and new peoples----so be humble ----be bold---be selflessly receptive---- to all that will be shown to you and given to you----and get a firm hold of what you are shown -----for here in the great Unknown of the Sea of Silence---if one is chosen---one can come to receive the knowings that are meant for only you---to take you through the silence into the word of song and articulation that you can share with everyone if the One Above in endless love grants you a small taste of…..
INTO THE SILENCE
**She ascended into the silence
She heard there ideas
that she could never speak
there are no words
**She saw there
the lifelong wall of helplessness
that she could never climb over
and she simply let it go and it disappeared
**She met there
the core of her being
and she was able
to transform all of the pettiness
into profundity
**She filled herself up there
with invincibility
and suddenly
nothing ever got in her way
**She found there her true voice
and from then on---
she never stopped
talking and singing and revealing
SPEAK IN SILENCE
*** speak in silence
speak in sacred song
speak to me
from the collective subconscious
that lies hidden inside you
from time immemorial...
*** speak of things
that were
speak of things
that will be
speak of all
that is here and now
that which is immediately apparent
as well as that inner voice
which bespeaks
the ineffable truth
*** speak from the heart
speak from the soul
speak from the knowing place
that sacred space
of clarity
and lucidity
FROM THE UNKNOWING ETERNITY OF THE INFINITE SILENCE
***from the unknowing eternity of the infinite silence
***from the illusive graspability of the unknowable silence
***from the impossible precipice that can never be reached
***from the unending darkness of the other side
***from the inescapable birthing into a whole new existence
***from the intangible wisdom that I cannot fathom
***from the insatiable desire to know what I cannot know;
*******I reach out to you--
even if it's the only thing
that I will ever do
ENTERING THE SILENCE
****entering the silence
bypassing words
and expressing it
somehow
****exploring and revealing
brave new worlds
where no one
has ever set foot
****intuitively strutting
down the avenue
of the hiyuli
and giving
a blow by blow account
*****a silent nod
is all that's normally called for
but now
what is called for
is a master spinner of tales
a sweet singer of the night
a licensed pilot instructor
of the rarified stratospheres
of the esoteric heichalot
*****The Keter \ crown
must be set aside
and the Daat \ knowing
must take it's rightful place
full frontal position
centre stage
****we have no more time to waste
the long wait is over
let the ineffable articulation games begin
YOU ARE THE PEN –G-D IS THE POET WRITING THROUGH YOU
[*a few poems*]
Dear fellow channelers of your inner voice coming to you as a reflective Divine gift from the One Above ---in exchange for your appreciation and recognition that it's not you who are doing the composition—it is rather the recognition that the you are the pen –G-d is the writer…you are the instrument –G-d is the musician…..you are the mouth and G-d is the poet speaking through you….in that grateful and thank you spirit—here are some poems for you…..
*listen to the voice the almost imperceptible voice
and allow it to resonate loud and clear
it's the whole reason why we've come here
*I know you''ve been here before
I somehow recall your presence here
in another role in another face
but basically holding the same space running the same race
*I know that I've come
to take care of unfinished business I sense the smoothness of my actions
showing me that I've already done
what was needed in another space and time
*And we roll around and around
from here to there from then to now
and the wheels keep on turning
and the passion keeps on stirring
THE POETRY OF TAPPING INTO THE ENDLESS WELLSPRINGS OF SILENCE
Dear sailors of the Sea of Silence……..The Sea of Silence ---like the Sea of this world has waves and tides and a million ever changing colors and moods and beauty and endlessness and undiscovered treasures and exotic life forms and mystery …..you silence surfers and sailors and searchers---- surely you know that the silence holds all of this and so much more---for inhabiting that self same silence is our soul----and the soul is part of the One Above------and so—the keys to the most amazing secrets and wisdoms lie here in this sacred space-----and the resolutions to all the challenges of your very beings are to be drawn from here----but , as you know---you must learn how to navigate this Sea of Silence----like the explorers of yesteryear discovering new continents and new languages and new peoples----so be humble ----be bold---be selflessly receptive---- to all that will be shown to you and given to you----and get a firm hold of what you are shown -----for here in the great Unknown of the Sea of Silence---if one is chosen---one can come to receive the knowings that are meant for only you---to take you through the silence into the word of song and articulation that you can share with everyone if the One Above in endless love grants you a small taste of…..
INTO THE SILENCE
**She ascended into the silence
She heard there ideas
that she could never speak
there are no words
**She saw there
the lifelong wall of helplessness
that she could never climb over
and she simply let it go and it disappeared
**She met there
the core of her being
and she was able
to transform all of the pettiness
into profundity
**She filled herself up there
with invincibility
and suddenly
nothing ever got in her way
**She found there her true voice
and from then on---
she never stopped
talking and singing and revealing
SPEAK IN SILENCE
*** speak in silence
speak in sacred song
speak to me
from the collective subconscious
that lies hidden inside you
from time immemorial...
*** speak of things
that were
speak of things
that will be
speak of all
that is here and now
that which is immediately apparent
as well as that inner voice
which bespeaks
the ineffable truth
*** speak from the heart
speak from the soul
speak from the knowing place
that sacred space
of clarity
and lucidity
FROM THE UNKNOWING ETERNITY OF THE INFINITE SILENCE
***from the unknowing eternity of the infinite silence
***from the illusive graspability of the unknowable silence
***from the impossible precipice that can never be reached
***from the unending darkness of the other side
***from the inescapable birthing into a whole new existence
***from the intangible wisdom that I cannot fathom
***from the insatiable desire to know what I cannot know;
*******I reach out to you--
even if it's the only thing
that I will ever do
ENTERING THE SILENCE
****entering the silence
bypassing words
and expressing it
somehow
****exploring and revealing
brave new worlds
where no one
has ever set foot
****intuitively strutting
down the avenue
of the hiyuli
and giving
a blow by blow account
*****a silent nod
is all that's normally called for
but now
what is called for
is a master spinner of tales
a sweet singer of the night
a licensed pilot instructor
of the rarified stratospheres
of the esoteric heichalot
*****The Keter \ crown
must be set aside
and the Daat \ knowing
must take it's rightful place
full frontal position
centre stage
****we have no more time to waste
the long wait is over
let the ineffable articulation games begin
YOU ARE THE PEN –G-D IS THE POET WRITING THROUGH YOU
[*a few poems*]
Dear fellow channelers of your inner voice coming to you as a reflective Divine gift from the One Above ---in exchange for your appreciation and recognition that it's not you who are doing the composition—it is rather the recognition that the you are the pen –G-d is the writer…you are the instrument –G-d is the musician…..you are the mouth and G-d is the poet speaking through you….in that grateful and thank you spirit—here are some poems for you…..
THE EYES OF AN ARTIST
have you ever seen
the eyes
of an artist?
no--I don't merely mean
the outer surface features
I am talking about
looking deeply
into how their
eyes are seeing
their world
eyes of wonder
eyes of awe
eyes of seeing
that which
noone else saw
and when you look
a little bit deeper
you can see
peeking out at you
a reflection of your
essential being
beckoning you
to see
a whole new
THE POET
***The poet sets out on the prowl
He sneaks a look inside
He steals a glance outside
And the heart’s naked rawness
Begs him to not speak
And pleads with him to tell all……
***The words do not come from him
They come through him …
into him… Renew him…
***It’s been a long time coming….
The fantasy spring seduces him
And all that he encounters
Speaks in rhyme Snaps it’s fingers in time
Begs to be touched Longs to be hugged
His is the allness His is the Oneness
His is the wonderment In all ways always
WHEN HE PUT HIS PEN TO PAPER
When he put his pen to paper;
*The ideas
The associations
Were free flowing
and endless
*He built the vessels
that were able to contain
The lights of consciousness
The Lights Of dreams
The Light of lights
to fill those vessels
*He spoke to us of connection
He spoke to us of disconnection
He spoke to us of harmony
where the disconnection
and the connection
interweave together
in a fine blend
sending the reader
into harmonious bliss
all of this
and so much more......
*He painted the pictures
of the deepest gloom
followed by the brightest hope
and a hush filled every room
as the readers learned the
life lessons of how to cope
*He told the stories
of the grimmest fears
followed by
the most
courageous transformations
and everyone drew inspiration
*He laid bare his soul
and the deeper he would go
the more
he would touch the soul
of everyone who saw
the wonder of it all
in their own lives
*and he had no choice
but to keep on writing
THE POETRY
**the poetry demands to come pouring out
waterfall-ing
free-fall-ing
personal all-ing
going with my call-ing
** the poetry demands to be expressed
when you run across
a piece of life
that would remain
forever neglected
if you suppress it
if you don't address it
if you don't caress it
**the poetry must be articulated
in order to sweeten up
the dull and the drab
the harsh and the sad
the good and the bad
**the poetry--- you must let it show you
which way to go
what it leads you to know
what you are meant to say
**the poetry------ just take pen in hand
and let your fingers
do the walking
let your fingers
do the talking
have you ever seen
the eyes
of an artist?
no--I don't merely mean
the outer surface features
I am talking about
looking deeply
into how their
eyes are seeing
their world
eyes of wonder
eyes of awe
eyes of seeing
that which
noone else saw
and when you look
a little bit deeper
you can see
peeking out at you
a reflection of your
essential being
beckoning you
to see
a whole new
THE POET
***The poet sets out on the prowl
He sneaks a look inside
He steals a glance outside
And the heart’s naked rawness
Begs him to not speak
And pleads with him to tell all……
***The words do not come from him
They come through him …
into him… Renew him…
***It’s been a long time coming….
The fantasy spring seduces him
And all that he encounters
Speaks in rhyme Snaps it’s fingers in time
Begs to be touched Longs to be hugged
His is the allness His is the Oneness
His is the wonderment In all ways always
WHEN HE PUT HIS PEN TO PAPER
When he put his pen to paper;
*The ideas
The associations
Were free flowing
and endless
*He built the vessels
that were able to contain
The lights of consciousness
The Lights Of dreams
The Light of lights
to fill those vessels
*He spoke to us of connection
He spoke to us of disconnection
He spoke to us of harmony
where the disconnection
and the connection
interweave together
in a fine blend
sending the reader
into harmonious bliss
all of this
and so much more......
*He painted the pictures
of the deepest gloom
followed by the brightest hope
and a hush filled every room
as the readers learned the
life lessons of how to cope
*He told the stories
of the grimmest fears
followed by
the most
courageous transformations
and everyone drew inspiration
*He laid bare his soul
and the deeper he would go
the more
he would touch the soul
of everyone who saw
the wonder of it all
in their own lives
*and he had no choice
but to keep on writing
THE POETRY
**the poetry demands to come pouring out
waterfall-ing
free-fall-ing
personal all-ing
going with my call-ing
** the poetry demands to be expressed
when you run across
a piece of life
that would remain
forever neglected
if you suppress it
if you don't address it
if you don't caress it
**the poetry must be articulated
in order to sweeten up
the dull and the drab
the harsh and the sad
the good and the bad
**the poetry--- you must let it show you
which way to go
what it leads you to know
what you are meant to say
**the poetry------ just take pen in hand
and let your fingers
do the walking
let your fingers
do the talking
LISTEN TO YOUR VOICE
*** listen to your voice
whispering to you in between the lines
the lines of wasted words not allowing to be heard
the ever-so-subtle messages of the Divine
fusing with your voice in between the lines
***listen to your voice
begging you to speak out
what's really on your mind
not that actor in you reading the lines
while this true voice of mine
just gets drowned out time after time
***listen to your voice
that overflowing resonation
that channeled inspiration
that heart and soul articulation
struggling to teach you
the truth of who you are
and what you must do
if you only could move aside
and let the One Above
speak through you
*** listen to your voice
whispering to you in between the lines
the lines of wasted words not allowing to be heard
the ever-so-subtle messages of the Divine
fusing with your voice in between the lines
***listen to your voice
begging you to speak out
what's really on your mind
not that actor in you reading the lines
while this true voice of mine
just gets drowned out time after time
***listen to your voice
that overflowing resonation
that channeled inspiration
that heart and soul articulation
struggling to teach you
the truth of who you are
and what you must do
if you only could move aside
and let the One Above
speak through you
THE SOUL SINGS ALWAYS
*** *The soul sings always
she knows not
of higher
of lower
of ready
of not ready
and when we listen closely
than we can sing along
a never ending song
*** *The soul sees primal light
at all hours
of day and night
she allows in
unfiltered
infinite
love
and when we see
what she sees
at the very least
we'll always be able to see
a glimpse of ecstasy
*** *The soul is always engaged
in holy discourse
and the messages
she constanly shares
and when we speak
from the soul
we can reveal
the deepest secrets
of why we are
where we are
and where we can go
from here
*** *The soul is at one
with the Holy One
at all times
in all ways
and when we
turn our attention completely
to the ratzo vshov
to the to and fro oscillation
of the soul's divine illumination
then we will see clearly
that every situation
that life sends our way
is the best possible place
that we can be
*** *The soul sings always
she knows not
of higher
of lower
of ready
of not ready
and when we listen closely
than we can sing along
a never ending song
*** *The soul sees primal light
at all hours
of day and night
she allows in
unfiltered
infinite
love
and when we see
what she sees
at the very least
we'll always be able to see
a glimpse of ecstasy
*** *The soul is always engaged
in holy discourse
and the messages
she constanly shares
and when we speak
from the soul
we can reveal
the deepest secrets
of why we are
where we are
and where we can go
from here
*** *The soul is at one
with the Holy One
at all times
in all ways
and when we
turn our attention completely
to the ratzo vshov
to the to and fro oscillation
of the soul's divine illumination
then we will see clearly
that every situation
that life sends our way
is the best possible place
that we can be
A MOTHER'S LOVE
( **for my mom who went to her world
13 years ago-Wednesday night and Thursday **)
{and for all moms}
~there is a kind of love
that knows no boundaries
that only grows with time
like fine old wine
a mother's love;
~there is no other force
on the face of Earth
an interface at birth
and long before
and the Eagles that soar
and the lions that roar
the stuff of legends and lore
don't hold a candle
to the intensity
to the sensitivity
in a mother's eyes
when her baby cries
~and no love
except for the love
of
The One Above
can compare
because the love
of a mother
unlike any other
will continue
to be there
through Heaven
and Hell
whether
we ascended
or we fell
~and her light
lights up the way
for us
every day
and her warmth
keeps us safe
from harm
way way beyond till death do us part
( **for my mom who went to her world
13 years ago-Wednesday night and Thursday **)
{and for all moms}
~there is a kind of love
that knows no boundaries
that only grows with time
like fine old wine
a mother's love;
~there is no other force
on the face of Earth
an interface at birth
and long before
and the Eagles that soar
and the lions that roar
the stuff of legends and lore
don't hold a candle
to the intensity
to the sensitivity
in a mother's eyes
when her baby cries
~and no love
except for the love
of
The One Above
can compare
because the love
of a mother
unlike any other
will continue
to be there
through Heaven
and Hell
whether
we ascended
or we fell
~and her light
lights up the way
for us
every day
and her warmth
keeps us safe
from harm
way way beyond till death do us part
WORDS OF ENDEARMENT
[**for my mom-- ***]
**she spoke to us
in words of endearment
like her parents did with
them and with each other
whenever they would come together
and those
words of love they'll last forever
**and no
force on Earth can everdrown out
their sweetness their completeness
**and though she walked
through the valley
of the shadow of death
in her prime
those words of endearment
transcend all space and time
and she looked
at those human monsters
right between the eyes
and ultimately
cut them all down to size
**and she proved
that her words of endearment
light up the blackest night
and give sight to the blindest
of the blind
and she would gently
wielded her sword of love
and she whispered to us
when we needed to hear it the most
when she felt the time was best,
"I love you
my nearest
my dearest
my sweetest
Do you know
how much I love you?!
Do you know
that I always will ?!
and all we could say
was
yes yes
[**for my mom-- ***]
**she spoke to us
in words of endearment
like her parents did with
them and with each other
whenever they would come together
and those
words of love they'll last forever
**and no
force on Earth can everdrown out
their sweetness their completeness
**and though she walked
through the valley
of the shadow of death
in her prime
those words of endearment
transcend all space and time
and she looked
at those human monsters
right between the eyes
and ultimately
cut them all down to size
**and she proved
that her words of endearment
light up the blackest night
and give sight to the blindest
of the blind
and she would gently
wielded her sword of love
and she whispered to us
when we needed to hear it the most
when she felt the time was best,
"I love you
my nearest
my dearest
my sweetest
Do you know
how much I love you?!
Do you know
that I always will ?!
and all we could say
was
yes yes
THE POETRY OF FULFILLING YOUR 'CALLING'
Dear brave children of vision…..dear intenders to live by the decision that you have made -----don't let it slip away---it is your unique voice---you have no choice but to follow it's call ---no matter where it leads you ----and all the distractions and abstractions and reactions that you get from inside and out---are only a test to see if you will carry out your holy 'yiud' ---your unique melody and tune---which sooner or later in this incarnation or the next—will be carried out-----follow the holy sparks –guiding you from beyond the stars to do what you must do---and listen to the voice that comes to you ----and let go of control and go with it---it's the only reason that you are here---so do not fear dear one---your time has come—and it may not come again too soon……..we are all rooting for you
THE CALLING
Magnetized hypnotized
electrified occupied
so intensely with her calling
calling her to stay and then to go
she can't really know
until the inner voice leaves her no choice
but to climb that tree
bridging her to the place
that she's meant to be
if she could only be
and this calling voice lights up a candle
on a pitch black night
what an awesome sight
she's tried and tried and forever remains
magnetized hypnotize electrified occupied
IT'S THE ONLY VOICE
***eternity
shines down on me
when I capture the infinite love inside my sefirotic eyes
illuminousity seems to be the voice that keeps calling me
no matter what else occupies me
***poetry
has staked it's property here inside of me
I can't seem to find any other way to be
electricity is the eye with which I see
with such intensity
that I can't seem to free myself
from it's light that enraptures me
***eternity
I pledge allegiance to thee
your spacious expanse
draws me inside of thee
it's the only voice
that speaks to me
Dear brave children of vision…..dear intenders to live by the decision that you have made -----don't let it slip away---it is your unique voice---you have no choice but to follow it's call ---no matter where it leads you ----and all the distractions and abstractions and reactions that you get from inside and out---are only a test to see if you will carry out your holy 'yiud' ---your unique melody and tune---which sooner or later in this incarnation or the next—will be carried out-----follow the holy sparks –guiding you from beyond the stars to do what you must do---and listen to the voice that comes to you ----and let go of control and go with it---it's the only reason that you are here---so do not fear dear one---your time has come—and it may not come again too soon……..we are all rooting for you
THE CALLING
Magnetized hypnotized
electrified occupied
so intensely with her calling
calling her to stay and then to go
she can't really know
until the inner voice leaves her no choice
but to climb that tree
bridging her to the place
that she's meant to be
if she could only be
and this calling voice lights up a candle
on a pitch black night
what an awesome sight
she's tried and tried and forever remains
magnetized hypnotize electrified occupied
IT'S THE ONLY VOICE
***eternity
shines down on me
when I capture the infinite love inside my sefirotic eyes
illuminousity seems to be the voice that keeps calling me
no matter what else occupies me
***poetry
has staked it's property here inside of me
I can't seem to find any other way to be
electricity is the eye with which I see
with such intensity
that I can't seem to free myself
from it's light that enraptures me
***eternity
I pledge allegiance to thee
your spacious expanse
draws me inside of thee
it's the only voice
that speaks to me
A CONSTANT STREAM OF HOLY SPARKS
the choices we make
the walks that we take
the books that we read
the lives that we lead
the things we seek
the friends we meet
the ups and the downs
the turn-arounds
the extent that we are awakened
the brokenness and depression that we have forsaken
every sphere of existence every struggle and resistance
all these and more
come knocking at our door
and call out our name
this is no game
these are our holy spark lights
the life-force of our lives
that which is lacking
in our souls
a constant stream
leading us down the road
ALL THAT CAME HIS WAY
***he let it go
he didn't need it anymore
not the adulation
not the over-active imagination
that lit up with every compliment that came his way
***and the more that he let it go
the more he saw that a new voice inside
presented itself to him
at first not so clear but with time it drew near
and showed him a wisdom
he had access to a new point of view
in all that came his way
***not exactly his own
yet with time he was shown
how all that he saw and knew
was all preparing him
to recognize his true name
the reason why he came
and he never again felt the same
about all that came his way
***and some say
that a light began to shine
a light from his eyes
a light that never went away
a light that lit up all
that came his way
the choices we make
the walks that we take
the books that we read
the lives that we lead
the things we seek
the friends we meet
the ups and the downs
the turn-arounds
the extent that we are awakened
the brokenness and depression that we have forsaken
every sphere of existence every struggle and resistance
all these and more
come knocking at our door
and call out our name
this is no game
these are our holy spark lights
the life-force of our lives
that which is lacking
in our souls
a constant stream
leading us down the road
ALL THAT CAME HIS WAY
***he let it go
he didn't need it anymore
not the adulation
not the over-active imagination
that lit up with every compliment that came his way
***and the more that he let it go
the more he saw that a new voice inside
presented itself to him
at first not so clear but with time it drew near
and showed him a wisdom
he had access to a new point of view
in all that came his way
***not exactly his own
yet with time he was shown
how all that he saw and knew
was all preparing him
to recognize his true name
the reason why he came
and he never again felt the same
about all that came his way
***and some say
that a light began to shine
a light from his eyes
a light that never went away
a light that lit up all
that came his way
SHE CONSTANTLY RE-CREATES HER REALITY
**The possibilities are endless
She understands this about her life
She knows that she can choose
Any one of a thousand interpretations
About what she sees
And what it means
**She also knows
that the perspective
That she chooses to focus on
Will make all the difference
In how life will unfold for her
**She sees clearly
that life is Sacred text
to be read
and acted upon
As one would –--directions one would receive
To get somewhere of ultimate importance
**She is a master healer
And she constantly recreates her life
in ways that constantly provide hope
and new life
When there doesn’t seem to be any
**and her words
and thoughts
bring to life
those areas
where life waits to show itself
and she leads
the circle dance
of future times
right here and now
**The possibilities are endless
She understands this about her life
She knows that she can choose
Any one of a thousand interpretations
About what she sees
And what it means
**She also knows
that the perspective
That she chooses to focus on
Will make all the difference
In how life will unfold for her
**She sees clearly
that life is Sacred text
to be read
and acted upon
As one would –--directions one would receive
To get somewhere of ultimate importance
**She is a master healer
And she constantly recreates her life
in ways that constantly provide hope
and new life
When there doesn’t seem to be any
**and her words
and thoughts
bring to life
those areas
where life waits to show itself
and she leads
the circle dance
of future times
right here and now
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