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Easter Sunday Song

I am the song of a lark spiralling into the blue

I am the scream of a man, beaten and abused

I am the bright colous of a meadow in bloom

I am the face of a leper

I am the delicate perfume of a rose

I am the stench of meat, rotting under the sun

I am the soft touch of a gentle evening breeze

I am the sharp pain of a sandstorm on skin

I am light

I am darkness

I am warmth

I am cold

I am water

I am earth

I am fire

I am ice

I am all these and more

I am

I am alive although I am dead

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I am…

I am the silver line on the horizon

I am the song of the blackbird

I am the colours of the rainbow

I am the taste of homemade bread

I am the scent of summer

I am the deep blue of the sky in May

I am the touch of your hands

I am the voice of the lark

I am the warmth of the sun’s rays

 

I am No-Thing in All

 

Self…

Hidden by a thick curtain of water

Ducking behind rocks

Peeping out carefully

Sheltering under bushes

Eyes bright between green leaves

Flitting from tree to tree

Crouching in the grass

Disappearing in a ray of sunlight

Growing in the womb of time

Unfolding senses one by one

Trying out slender limbs

Breathing slowly

Opening eyes of the heart

Stretching out hands

Gaining consciousness

I am

 

Alabaster

I am I am
I am I am
I am a vessel of stone…Standing there quietly, waiting patiently.
Slowly the master chissels away, bits here and bits there
Sometimes it hurts, and I want him to stop.
He pauses for a while and then, delicately,
lovingly, he lifts his chissel.
After years in darkness, I can see light.
There is nothing above my head
but the starry night sky now.
My eyes drink in the sight
of blue and silver and gold.
Around me there is a liquid,
warm, thick, nourishing water,
softening colours and shapes.
I turn around, around my self,
around my Self, around…
Water fills the chalice,
all the way up
all the way down.
It comes from a source
deep in the ground
where the stars live also
welling up in the chalice
keeping me floating,
breathing,
dreaming.
I am a vessel
of stone
White stone, Limestone
Transformed
Under pressure
Into
Alabaster