Bones, Breath and Blessings (Must Meet)
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Bones, breath and blessings must meet
Which one are you?
Which one are me?
Bones, breath and blessings must meet
Which one are you?
Which one are me?
Bones
Here, lie messages from our predecessors
Cosmic energy from our ancestors
Dance gestures and caged-in heart centres
That precede all realms
And seek to compel
Their stories find rest in our bones
Deep into the unknowns
These skeletons that know of memories buried still live within us
Their voiceless songs are varied
While their essence demands to be carried
They seek to shape-shift, air-lift and water-drift
Into a light-filled gift
For the free formed
To be free from
Spineless ways of the world
Bones, breath and blessings must meet
Which one are you?
Which one are me?
Bones, breath and blessings must meet
Which one are you?
Which one are me?
Breath
Everything is breathing
When it comes to the matters of the heart
It is not the heart that gets to decide what matters
It’s you, in your entirety
It’s you in your pain, joy and power
It’s you, in your breathing
See, we breathed together so deeply and closely
That I could taste your pure intentions and heartfelt expressions in the air
And you could taste mine
You offered me a loud kind of love
The kind that gave my name the echo it deserves
The breath of y(our) love gave my heart a beat to skip to;
A moving rhythm to surrender my grip to-
Wards a reason to set my beating heart free to flee
And spread its dreams into our dance
We have a date with destiny
And getting to know her means doing the heart work;
learning how to breathe better;
How to take fuller, truer and deeper breaths
When you breathe better
The world is clearer and quieter
You can hear God when He prays to you
You can hear the things He also needs from you
When the echoes of my beating heart
Begin to fade
The love we share in my breathing heart
Still remains
The language of a breathing heart
Is spoken in inhales and exhales
Through what we allow in and out
When the day ends
Learn your heart
Understand that it is still beating with you
And breathing for you
So, breathe like it
Bones, breath and blessings must meet
Which one are you?
Which one are me?
Bones, breath and blessings must meet
Which one are you?
Which one are me?
Blessings
Release and make space
We are here to retrace
In a body that offers you daily breath with grace
There is always room for depths of death
When a thing dies
It bleeds then dries itself into a burgundy shade of established cries
This is where we rise
This is why we breed new life
Release or else the body will keep score;
Will store the sore
Of all that came before
Release and embody their prayers
Thick with sacred layers of divine favours
Give thanks to what flows
Because as we breathe blessings into our bones
That’s when we’ll know
How to meet our free
Bones, breath and blessings must meet
The Holy Wild
I am not lonely
nor am I lost
This vast land knows me
even if our paths have not yet crossed
I am not lovely
nor am I of lust
The beauty in me is love itself
and belongs to dawn and dusk
I am wild
and I am holy
I am no stranger
to the nude afternoon
Bare with grace and grief
hanging inside the air’s wounds
The Unborn in the Company of the Dying
Lost,
with no intention of being found
It’s soft,
this redirection of dreaming out loud
of seeing through the screaming clouds
of believing truths extracted from Earth’s sacred ground
I am found here,
between the loss and memory of all things that live
and die in an unsound mind
The ancient stories left untold
tend to unfold
The moment you lose your mind
to find your soul
Here I am, in the company of my dying selves
Witnessing the cells
of the Sentient One
create me anew
revealing all that is true
It is through
the mouth of my Creator
that I am graciously pursued
Here, is where I suffer beautifully
where my laughing selves are prophets of pain
and my pain the resounding sound of the insane
My spirit altogether abandoning my flesh
My flesh altogether abandoning my bones
Who knows,
where one begins and where the other ends?
