Belong :: With Those Who Belong

The bell tolls
The bird sings
I believe there is lavender
In the garden

The body breathes
The mind thinks
I believe we may find peace
In the soul

The light grows
The darkness recedes
I believe we may find balance
In the margins

The doors open
The doors close
I believe we may find each other
In that place in-between

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Lest There Be :: Any Misunderstanding

I am here to stay
Just for a few days
I say the words slowly, carefully
In case they should believe
I wish to stay any longer

I am seeking
No more than sunshine and rain
Perhaps a stroll on Totnes Plains
Or an hour or two
In Dartington Hall's Meditation Garden

I did not mean to cry
But cry I must
Cry tears of joy
For the clumps of evening primrose

By the half-barrel
Full of pebbles and water
Outside 30 Victoria Road’s
Refurbished Old Stables

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Beside The Stream :: Beyond The Cross

Was it you
That I came here for
Or is it myself
That I seek out once more

Thistles by the stream
Pebbles in the water
Love of breath, and breeze
Alive, here and now; to so dream

Bird-box on the tree trunk
Lichen-cobwebs on the branches
Life of ages in each and every leaf
Alive, here and now; to so believe

The outcrop bears no names
No prior memories erupt
From the fierce-thrown granite
Alive, here an now; to so climb

Somehow we find symmetry
As in sunlight, as in shadow
As on balmy days also with rain
Alive, here and now; to so feel

To feel magnificent pleasure
To feel immeasurable pain

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The Last Time (Rolling Stones)

This could be the last time
Maybe
I don’t know
This short path to the last line
Perhaps
Fast-fast-fast then slow-slow-slow
Mick Jagger’s swagger and Keith Richard’s licks
Exciting the young girls
And thrilling the young boys

On their holy communion day tricks
This could be the last time
Maybe
I don’t know
Perhaps
Today and today and today and tomorrow
Alex’s poise for the Arctic Monkeys latest kicks
This sure could turn out to be the last line

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Imagine (John Lennon)

In the blink of an eye
In the closure of a door
In that last moment of why
In that step out onto the dance floor
In that walking together
Of an April afternoon
In that sunlit fair-weather
To spill a cup and a spoon

The blossom is full
As you prepare to say au revoir
The crystals colour the skull
As my words say mon amour ce soir
Afterwards I will try piece by piece
To build the memory of this day
To listen and to learn and to seize
On the all of the how
Of how and why I played

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