She shared untold, secret stories, in where I could cross borders I could become and belong Weak or strong, didn’t matter All kinds of berries I could gather This was the fairest tale, my walk of life in the latter song
Narrow my window had become I could barely breathe, barely live in this or their temple Then they closed it, window shut I fell, I was lost Trapped in the kingdom, of the desperate and dying What had been a small light, now gone I was nobody’s son
Soon lost at sea Searching wherever Seemed like I’d never find new land Monsters in the deep, dragons in the sky Fire burning, a salamander’s torch So thirsty
That’s when I saw the flicker, from a distant lamp Oil kept it going, until my hand held the light I suddenly saw all its might It created a terrible fright I would have to fight, a wrestling for my life, my own soul
The angel from the deep, entered upon the land Was it also a woman, was it man? I couldn’t know Yet the angel’s sword bruised me in the dark The wound bled red I cried into the Silence, and fell to my knees
It was a new beginning, there on my knees The red, bleeding wound received a silent balm I sensed fresh air, I could breathe I saw a window open, then all windows gone My breathing got deep, and I drank from a rich well Everything opened
Oh day of glory, when I could leave behind, the barren land of agony The principals were taken When I woke up, like from a dream, I was standing on my feet Made new, in the image of One, I had now become
I sensed freedom New adventures awaited I was made for living after all I sensed another call
I sensed a sudden shift I felt uplifted And I was My eyes still shut close I felt a warm breeze I sensed tears filling up, behind the eyes’ curtains
I lifted my hands, my body still resting on knees I heard myself saying, no please, no please I felt a blow to my stomach, and breathed out one full breath
I felt strange pain Felt lifted again, yet heavy No please, no please, I heard myself plead It wasn’t me, but something else
Eyelids now cracked open, waves of tears flowing Out of my control Again I suffered another heavy blow Yet, soon pain was lifted Crying turned to sobbing
Steps, almost too silent to hear A breeze again, warm I wasn’t alone in the garden The breeze passed me Abruptly, I stood up Calling the visitor back
My feet now above the ground A presence felt all around A warmth, comforting Soft tears, transformed Again, a weight pushed me to my knees
A deep knocking My hand on my chest A vision of veins and deep red What had me uplifted, now sensed within My lips curved upwards
I whispered, it wasn’t me, this, wasn’t me Yet, it, was there, within I lingered, silent, there, on my knees
It’s not a teaching Definitely not, a preaching Really, it’s all, about a living Words, can’t help you, unless they grow, from within
So get on with it, start living, and know, you’ll find, YOUR way Then, you’ll know, your teaching, and forget about, the preaching,
Now you see, like an eye healed, from blindness, a body healed, from paralysis, all it is about: You do your living, and the rest, is a becoming, where you belong
Travelling through these days of life
Dealing with all, joy, sorrow and strife
Trying to, stay on top
Trying not, to give up
Giving myself, to this
Holding all, then,
surrendering
Letting go,
is freeing up new space
This is not a frantic race,
I can choose my own pace
Don’t need, to put on a show
Now, I know, I know I am,
just a traveller,
walking my road
Through the fire of shadow and light,
even in depths of water,
this is my road
And, my road, is my home
A Contemplative Life 