life: acoustic & amplified

bewitching hours

“It is the hour of the pearl, the interval between day and night, when time stops and examines itself.”

~John Steinbeck, Cannery Row

The sun processes up the aisle

carrying the Gospel.

Birds speak of the other world

in their own Latin.

A child looks up at me

with those two big brown universes.

A voice stands up in me

that knows how to do this.

What is this, even in my sleep,

but you, touching your lips to mine?

 _________________ 

Steve Garnaas-Holmes
Unfolding Light
www.unfoldinglight.net

There is a country to cross you will

find in the corner of your eye, in

the quick slip of your foot—air far

down, a snap that might have caught.

And maybe for you, for me, a high, passing

voice that finds its way by being

afraid. That country is there, for us,

carried as it is crossed. What you fear

will not go away: it will take you into

yourself and bless you and keep you.

That’s the world, and we all live there.

 ❤

For My Young Friends Who Are Afraid by William Stafford

Real presence comes through the open heart. You cannot heal and resolve your emotional material with your mind. Your emotional material does not evaporate because you watch it. You can only heal your heart with your heart.

~ Jeff Brown

 

I close my eyes as dream-scape falls gently down around me

Dream chaser, tenderly take my hand 

carry me away in your passionate embrace

as I let go, diving deeply into your liquid rainbows 

Dream catcher, pull me into your web of light 

spilling me softly out into this sparkling milky way

oh, sweet dreamer, dream sweetly

keep daring to dream the impossible dreams

do not be afraid of your broken heart

it’s golden light will light the way to new dimensions

there are no limits in this dreamers world 

the same moon shines brightly, dream lover to us all

the sands of time run ever dreaming into the winds of change

oh, dearest Beppe, you are loved

there is no lock on the door – everyone is welcome here

so fly free in the star-filled sky

live like there’s no tomorrow 

dance while the stars turn blue

love whether smiles or sorrow

dream like they’ll all come true
❤

Amy Lloyd