A journey of remembering the inner light that never left.
This song and spoken word piece invites you to release the outward search, and gently return to the quiet home within your own being. A soft, tender call back to the heart.
Poem:
Remembered
are these things.
Nothing new, and always
they will remain.
All that is searched for
will only be found within.
All that is received
only blooms when it is given.
The heart of the I Am
is water to everything.
In and out, it must flow,
expanding and contracting.
The One that Is
never not awake in the dream,
impossible for this presence
to be lost within the human being.
Whatever is forgotten is simply
the outward of your breath,
a movement of nature
to release life to the play of death.
Welcome these times,
for they balance the soul's recovery.
Allow them to cleanse the heart,
so you might dance with life joyfully.
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