Vibrations

The vibrations that rise from the bowl,

So ancient, so melodic

So old.

You feel them deep down in your soul.

They rise up to the skies

Free like the birds,

(Oh so)

Free like the songs of old.

The healing that no one else knows,

The reverence felt in each moment as it unfolds

You can't bottle it and sell it,

It's freeflowing it's compelling,

(you to go)

Deeper and deeper down this ever winding spirit road

Discovering that truth can't be owned.

To loving without expecting to be known

To entering of shadows and beams of light alike.

All relevant in this most honourable fight.

To transmute the dark night of your soul.

To know what you must know

To turn into it as it flows.

Less repression regression and no need to tip toe.

Because finally you are whole.

So speak out your truth like you know what it means,

Sit with the fire, the water, in sunbeams

Roll around in reverence it will wash your soul clean

But don't sell me a story that's not stitched at the seams

I do my work freely if you know what that means.

I see you I hear you in the field of my dreams.

I need you not to feed me to share my healing heart

For money is the devil that is tearing us apart.

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