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Song 6

Song 6 Mine is the yoga of trust As I Watch You Open Instinctive To The dark animal knowing Emerging Passionate & Clear From the open rose Of Your Body ~ This is your Life & I trust your life…

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Song 5

Song 5 The yoga of ‘the voice’ Is The Blue Fire Trout Tracking The Wobbly Red Lure Of my fresh formed wonderings To Leap Instinctive Out Of Rivers Lucid Stillness Land Shimmering In the fragile net of knowing Simple Unique…

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Song 4

Song 4 The yoga of the rose Is Delicate Wild Pierce’s My Soul In The Unspeakable Flame Of Your Eyes ~ How I Love The Life You Call Forth Simply by being yourself I Become A Ripple Of Embodied Delight…

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Song 3

Song 3 The yoga of soul Comes with mighty wings To Enrapture Hearts Portal Awaken Minds Eye Reveal The beating wings of a giant albatross Her black head Craning Ever forward – Ever onward As she tracks The timeless sea…

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Song 2

Song 2 Like Mother India’s Goddess Cows You Pour Your Sustaining Love Into The Begging Bowl Of my days Yours is the yoga of constant love Mine the yoga of fire I Become Death & Life Wound & Healing balm…

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Song 1

Song 1 The yoga of ‘Yes’ Flows Ever Onward Into The Night Ever Beyond ~ Words Concepts Structures ~ To The Deepening It Goes Seeks Only The Real Till The white kāmahi glows & A Red Lion Rises To Pad…

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Welcome

Kia ora / greetings: I am new to the world of blogging. As a poet I enjoy solitude. Solitude nurses my writing & enables me to connect with soul & spirit. I am also a 'people person' who enjoys connecting…

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Psalm 68

Psalm 68 The object of a new year is not that we should have a new year But we should have a new soul – G K Chesterton Not in the tick of a clock Nor the shout of the…

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Psalm 67

                            Psalm 68 The form of the soul is the form of your world * Wandering Brooklands Spit Enraptured by the sweep, swirl & swoop Of black-backed gulls – Hearts portal swings To reveal the beating wings of a giant…

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Psalm 66

Psalm 66 When I first met Grandfather Spirit he somersaulted with joy… All faces spoke at once… He spoke what I need to know… He sat on ground… Wrote in dirt… F… i… d… e… l… i… t… y… Then…

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