Thanks for being here with me.
I'm so moved by you.
So touched you know the words.
Speaking my soul...
Universe,
God,
Friend,
Lover,
Stones.
Music writer, you delight me.
Song weaver of my hearts woes and knows
of deep dark and light.
Beauty,
Beauty,
Seek the beauty!
You draw the focus,
focus on the Light!
The Light,
The Light!
Bring me back to my mind's eye.
My hearts knowing,
soul expansion,
Love growing.
.....
Sometimes you grab hold of me
so violently.
A force I cannot reckon with.
I can not escape.
Can not pretend.
You hold me down,
pinned.
Fierce you are
for my attentions.
My emotions,
decisions,
patterns,
visions.
They lead me here
again and again.
They lead me here
again and again.
The lands we have lived.
The paths we have known.
The stories that we hold,
hearts hollow...
hearts full.
We are handed stories from the time we are small.
They are lessons that teach us,
and you've let it lead on.
I want to say, "I do not know. I do not know."
By faith I muster out, "in Faith I know You know."
Love flow free.
Love flow free.
Flow to the one's
cast down and in need.
The little.
The small.
The tender.
The frail.
The weak.
The hurting.
The thousands.
The One.
Love flow free.
Light shine on Thee.
In the hearts of the oppressors.
In the dirty and undiscovered.
In the shame and the guilt.
The worry and the fear.
The lying, cheating, stealing.
Love flow free.
A thousand I love you's it must always be.
It was all for you.
The stars shining.
The breath.
The mind.
The heart.
The redemption,
the stories never ending,
weaving on and forever,
interconnected,
always together,
Love that is for you and exists in you.
For you righteous to you filthy.
I love you.
Listen to it everywhere.
Rivers Currant.
