Stemming the Tide

A futile attempt!

A beautiful, gentle stream, bubbling over rocks, winding between wooded banks
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All I can tell you is that I’ve tried
To quell this energy, to stem this tide
I’ve spent a lifetime alone with these words
Wondering if they’ll be written or heard

All I can tell you, all that I know
Is that these shoots have been dying to grow
And now their trouble is quelled and dismayed
Shelved and uprooted, dismissed and betrayed

All I can tell you, all that I see
Now I’m allowing this water to bleed
Stream through the cracks of my travestied crimes
Soulful expressions of opening mind

All I can tell you is that I’m free
From my desires and grave inconsistencies
All that I’ve misunderstood and denied
Previous decisions, washed out with the tide

All I can tell you, all that I know
Is that the seeds have already been sown
There’s no returning, there’s no going on 
To a life I have lived many times and is done

All I am learning now, through this dismay
Is that the form of things is my delay
All I’ve discovered is all that I need
A space beyond time that is welcoming me

All that is opening, all I can tell
Is that this newness will counter the spell
Of the becoming that I tried to be
In the dark depths of illusory dreams

All I can tell you about where I’ve gone
In the deep spaces, discovering my songs
Is the magnificence, far beyond words
Finding the phrases that want to be heard

All I can tell you is that I’ve tried
To quell the certainty swelling inside
But I have failed, it has risen right through
Every expression of wholehearted truth

With my decision to be who I am
All that I wanted before is closed down
All that I wanted and all that I’ll be
Is right here right now in this instant with me

The Call to Dive Within the Soul

Inspiration sparked by the mystical beauty of Teresa of Ávila’s ‘Interior Castle’

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Soul of wisdom, soul of truth,
Soul of blessed heart divine,
In the mansion of your truth
I rest within your precious climes

In sultry dusks intrepid hearts
Will rise to rein their glory home,
Their pounding power beats the turf
Devouring illusions sown

Within a grist that’s milled its troubled last
A thousand billion years,
That tortured itself with the past:
A myriad treaties for its tears

And suddenly it hears a sigh
Its own beginning breaking through
The troubled stance it sought continuance
Within its darkened truths

Admonishing itself at once
For failing heretofore to see
The power of decision 
In the mind that chooses to be free

Arise, arise, and hearken to
The deepest truth you cannot bear,
That rising through your choice for darkness,
Waking through a chorus fair

Succumbing to the glorious song
Angelic harmonies become
The coalescence of the soul 
Divided from the precious One

The sacrosanct, the chiming bell
That in each soul will ever sing
To welcome hearts that ache 
To witness to its clear and gentle ring

The call to dive within the soul
To taste the pleasures sweet and deep,
That humble minds can slide within
Its wealth of treasures here to reap

And rising, as the phoenix
In its mighty wings the power be,
To recognise illusions 
And to let the mind soar free

No fight is heard, no struggle won
For as you turn and look behind,
You recognise the past is gone
All are released, the things of time

From here within the instant
Of such powerful clarity,
The wisdom of your rising heart
Takes root within your majesty