as is then
as is now
as is the student
as is the call for tea
with such clarity
shear lightness
of simply being
before the pains
which thrive
behind the closed eyes
of meditators
around the world
then the peace
the blue skies
of contemplation
with our hearts
at the centre
the pillars
of the morning
as it is
as it was
as it always
will be
with such love
and shear beauty
of our being
i am on fire
with passions burning
while the tall grasses are higher
than the breeze so so softly learning
my body is a cauldron
of love felt feelings
while the crystals in season
dance upon the ceilings
i am in regeneration
as if a fusion forming
that the silence of the station
seeks out the new light dawning
my soul is salvation
with its deep defences
as the open door mentions
our shared love recommences
in that moment
as also
in this moment
in that place
as also
in this place
on the journey
as also
among the journey
in this midst
as also
in that midst
with that love
as also
with this love
on the mountain ridge
full on fear
to the one side
a tricky climbing manoeuvre
onto the bridge
at the other
running
through streets and highways
knowing the place
and the person
but not the purpose
washing it through
with a few
extra minutes
of hope
of love
sat in the contentment
of shared awareness
together as we step out
onto the playing fields
of all of our summers
where grasses are blown
to create the call of love
where responses echo
sound after sound
knowing that love
is there to be found
in the cool contemplative
freedom air of our morning
