The storm within must be quelled
and wayward ego cat belled,
that composed like the blue sky,
there remains no cause to sigh.
Dark fears no longer patrol
because we are in control
choosing to dwell in silence,
free from thought borne violence.
Through the ebb and flow of tides,
at all times, God in heart hides,
observing how we react,
oozing love and choosing tact.
Let’s raise a toast to love, dear soul,
praying that we imbibe pure bliss,
elixir that scriptures extol,
bestowed by Divine Mother’s kiss.
Our Father who is in heaven,
when pleased with our heart’s pure intent,
bestows grace through chakras seven,
paving the way for soul’s ascent.
Gentling touch in thought, word and deed,
vaporising wayward ego,
bending down low, we let love lead,
no longer afraid to let go.
Our childlike heart, bubbling with mirth,
now treads softly on Mother Earth.
Gentling touch, emoting love pure
Gentling touch, emoting love pure,
we see God’s light in hearts aflame
and whist ego’s always unsure,
it plays no role, in our life game.
Each soul is God’s reflection, so
gentling touch, emoting love pure,
we flow in tranquil stillness slow,
with desires holding no allure.
For all conflicts, love is the cure,
still like the eye of every storm.
Gentling touch, emoting love pure,
with God’s laws, let us all conform.
In staid silence, garner clear sight,
making our childlike heart demure.
Let’s enter God’s light in delight,
gentling touch, emoting love pure.
Gentle is the sound of joy,
Lifted across the starlit night,
Breathing beauty over the heart
And soothing away the dark
With a music made from hope
Tender is the unblemished whisper,
Sighing light into the noise
Wistful expressions of a psalm,
Filled with kindness, grace belongs
On the notes of rustling whimsy
Quiet is the brave, cool listening
From a spirit who knows intimately
Faith and peace, praises so sweet,
Inspirations, creativity, alive
Like the wind, dancing with life
Beautiful is the solemn promise
Belonging to a miracle, wonder complete
It rests in the colors, hues sometimes
Blurred by the holy, the sacred, the timelessness
Arriving on the soul who knows…
This is the serenity, the friend
Freeing the spirit, so resilient, like the brilliant
In a wish, a star, a summer swimming with
Brisk, a picture of peace, flowing
Like the river, wild yet still as the prayer, the praise…
Lifted from lips who remember
It is love that abides throughout life,
Forever in paradise, alive
Like the One who created us, moved us
To believe in the love that found a way to save us!
the smell of mowed grass
gentling gaias kingdom
establishing roots
Behold the towering top of Soracte
Snow capped and quiescent
Gazing benevolently down
Upon lambs gambolling and flowers
Of the forest opening
No longer does it feel enslaved
To the boiling passions of its once liquid
Swirling innards
Which so often erupted with an invader's urge
To possess and to destroy
What it so desired.
Life is now calm
And beauty can be seen
For what it is.
Dispassionate appreciation
Takes the place
Of damnable domination.
If only the young could be schooled
In the hard won wisdom of the ancients
Then would we walk hand in hand
Freely and fearlessly