April 1987 feels like a long time ago. That’s when I wrote this poem and then attached it to a melody with a hypnotic rhythm. I didn’t record it because I hadn’t quite worked out the kinks in it’s delivery before moving on to other things.
Hope attracts vital energy, whereas despair drains it clean away. It just seems wise then, to keep good company with faith as a way to keep one’s own light burning brightly through dark times. Yes, yes, the world is a messier place than back 1987 and yes, yes, there’s more of us but of those more, there’s even more learning how to truly love. Of this, I know. Are You Receiving?
Breathe deeply, then breathe deeper
Breathe in the dream command
Breathe out the language of Nature
We guide our own hands
Shape the bubble, blow gently
Expansion is not frightening
Lift into the Hidden
Clear skies fear no lightening
Feel the push, feel the pull, pull harder
Bring on the revival Which shall it be, flowers or bullets?
Only one stems from Love’s survival
We’ve created a hurricane planet
Let’s turn down the wind The Gaia Express waits on lofty rails
Link up, she’ll roll on in
Time flies, time stands still Everyone has a theory While the Witch of Madness sails Ghost Lake
Is there really time to query?
Shake down reactor meltdown
Crumble down free fall Into cellular transmission Now announcing One is All
Let it be our prayer and our practice To keep an ear on the flute in the distance
Playing somewhere deep in the forest
Offering mysterious assistance
Blazing crocuses could spring In the footprints we’re leaving
Sensor, plug-in, connector Are you receiving?
Come in come in
Are you receiving?
© Anne B Brown - April, 1987