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All I am is hearing now, all I am is seeing now,
All I am is tasting now, all I am is touching now,
All I am is silent now, silent now in this moment.
All is the copper stream, all is the sounds of nature,
All is the flow and texture, all is the trees transforming,
A mind lost in this peaceful moment, a mind in peaceful poise now.
Senses relaxing, energy rising, deeper and lifting, darker and lighter,
A body given open unto receiving, a body feeling healing in this moment.
And in this gentle given time, all around candles burn and glow,
Lighted white of peace to burn, burn bright to dwell and glow.
A wish, a prayer, a sense to send, burning hope out to the earth,
Burning warmth and healing, white peace for all spirits,
To dwell and feel at peace, to rest easy in sheltered times.
"Wearyall"
Along the top a ridge weaves the way, across this hill, rocky and uneven ground, here I
wander along moving the track.
The air feels dense, an autumn day, a sky cloudless and blessed by blue, and a wind whips
around clearing channels.
And the track stops of to the side, where you stand, so petite and tiny, and caged.
You used to protect these mounds, looking over the dwellings all around.
I can see th H X\