The Song of Life Comes Through

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Everyday activity -

and I’m walking home

one wet bedraggled night.

Hands in my pockets, warm,

while I’m striding out

in the blurry, broken light.

 

I pause and I realise

I’ve been hunkered down

cos I think I don’t like the cold.

I’ve been closed up, from A to B;

in reaction, from A to B.

 

Shift of awareness now

and I’m woken up,

see the world for what it is.

I’m back in my body now,

feel those muscles working

as they conjure up a way to walk.

 

I’m back in the moment now,

back in living space

and the beauty that aliveness is

when the song of life comes through;

when the song of life comes. . .

 

Flashing white beauty

of the lights reflecting

on the sleek, wet blackness

of the broken pavement.

Every crack, every texture,

every muscle moving,

every thought, every movement,

every sound!

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I’m. . . wide. . . open. . . now

and the world’s alive and new

- and the song of life comes through!

- and the song of life comes through!

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Everyday activity –

and I’m meditating,

watching pictures in my head,

lapping up some yummy tales

in a dream that’s sexy

with a storyline that’s not PC

 

I pause and I realise

this was not a part

of my intention, to big up ‘me’.

I’m indulging, from A to B.

Same old story! - from A to B

 

Shift of awareness now

and I’m with the wall.

Relaxation! Empty eyes!

Kaleidoscopic rainbow dance

in the eyes of stillness

when a bird cries, ‘Time is now!’

 

I becomes the mystery

and the sound and the beauty

as presence unfolds in time

- and the song of life comes through!

- and the song of life comes . . .

 

Timeless perfection

without explanation,

it’s a new sort of freedom,

simply be what is.

I’m a sound, I’m the stillness,

I’m a conversation,

I’m a world unfolding,

I’m you! You’re me!

 

I’m. . . wide. . . open. . . now

and the world’s alive and new

- and the song of life comes through!

- and the song of life comes through!

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Everyday activity –

and I’ve woken up

in the shadow of a broken dream.

I’m dragging all my baggage round

like a long hangover

with a piercing muted scream.

 

I pause and I realise

there’s a world out there

but I’m tuned in to ‘me’.

I’ve been ‘me’ bound, from A to B

- in my own head world, from A to B

 

Shift of awareness now,

join a bigger world

calling out for a live response.

Inter-activity,

full of fascination;

liberated from my own control.

 

I’m purposefully busy now,

but with no busy-ness,

and with stillness in the flow

when the song of life comes through,

when the song of life comes. . .

 

Build your freedom

on a strong foundation,

full of love and caring,

natural compassion.

Trust that life

with all its stories

will bring you

everything you need.

 

I’m. . . wide. . . open. . . now

and the world’s alive and new

- and the song of life comes through!

- and the song of life comes through!

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Everyday activity –

and I’m sat right down

with my head plugged in to a screen,

I’m finding something lyrical

but the words are sticking

- no relation to my rhythm

or my scheme!

 

I pause and I realise

as I lift my head

and I see the room around,

I’ve been head-bound, from A to B;

in my own word space, from A to B

 

Shift of awareness now

and I find myself

in a room that’s all alive.

The chairs are hardly solid now,

nothing fixed or static,

it’s ethereal/material time.

 

We’re in an age of timeless beauty now,

I see the animal in my palm

when the song of life comes through;

when the song of life comes. . .

 

Everything moving

in this thing called stillness,

it’s a world arising,

no more ‘me’ and ‘it’.

We’re not fixed, no more labels,

no more separation,

no more old agendas,

just this plain perfection!

 

I’m. . . wide. . . open. . . now

and the world’s alive and new

- and the song of life comes through!

- and the song of life comes through!

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