Gaia’s breath, love song

Gaia’s breath, love song

gaia’s flower

he In my open hand,

beautiful reason,

gaia’s breath …

small gaia flower

she “You went to heal all the ten thousand pictures of your mind,

and set them free,

and did you heal them?”

“Yes, I did”

“and did you free them?”

“Yes, I did.”

“and did you love them?”

“Yes, I did”

“Then, why not me…”

he “Because you were too dark to see

because you were too small to see…

I did not see you then.

But now I see you…”

together You leave the telling open

and the secret told

is never held

or owned

Defences there are none.

No bold understanding

Only a resonance,

a quiet half-remembered song

left lingering this whole life long

Unfolding of life’s innocence.

he the soft touch of gaia snow

spring petals falling

the air is full of thee…

gentle lady, your name now rests

upon the wings of all small birds

and flies throughout the peaceful land

and tenderness is named

as your protector.

Call sweet soul

for I shall answer

for I am touched by you beyond compare

and step and breathe,

as if for the first time

this new spring air of thee

together She breathes her shyest breath upon the land

And from the forests came a word

And from the oceans came a word

Blessed is the valley full with her love’s breath

Blessed is her river

Blessed are the trees and her hills

blessed and beautiful

are all her creation

blessed and beautiful and beloved by the mystery

is she…

beloved company, we shared together

that quiet day…

You all, this sweet world, waited with me,

the blue sky

and the valley were still

the only movement

was her love

for thee, beloved…

he So rare, so barely small,

so unadorned by all intention

For we

were the soul of earth,

for we were quiet and we knew

you were our life.

This trust of you we knew,

and shared to you, so small,

a loyalty beyond the call of any other,

and this we offered…

she Journey of tears

to this, your marriage altar,

No journey further

All the tears are become this quietness

the stillness of the ocean there.

moonlight reflected on the water

soft wave

to melt silent to the shore.

And there, in the ocean…

Great whale,

You are beloved and I believe in you…

Sharing your soul

are my tears your ocean?

she Quiet light fills my being

and resting within, so softly,

a love song so rare,

too beautiful for words.

For you my love,

this light has come.

Great whale from your ocean

you call out in such anguish,

filling the world

with your sad, terrible voice…

‘I am alone

and I am dying…’

‘No, my love. Listen to me, as I whisper through the night.

Your ocean fills with quietness,

dancing for thee, a love dance so rare,

too beautiful for words,

Listen to me,

Gentle, gentle and quiet is the night.

No, my love. You are not alone.

Know now and forever,

you are beloved.’

With small steps she brings a bowl of rice…

Her head bowed, she is silent.

she And in her long, dark hair,

a blue flower.

he I was hungry and she has fed me.

I was thirsty,

and she has offered me water from the small stream.

he ‘I have taken up now

your small cause of earth

She is abiding here with sweetness

within the dimensions of my mind.

Your one small star among the many

is named as home,

and in my soul

your small stream is flowing…’

she ‘Like white snow gently falling

will you come to me without my calling…

will you whisper softly’,

the ships of the myth collectors rest becalmed upon the sea,

there is no wind,

the smallest wind, the shyest breath,

is now with thee and me.

And with small, secret flame between us,

my beloved,

shall we dance into her future

shall we sing and live her vision

shall we love within the picture of her love…

he From the furthest star.

I have wept for you, years of my work,

water to feed parched valleys,

small streams for the desert…

Soft means of wonder…

and now home coming.

How shall it be,

Lady shall I enter you…

So quietly,

the small milk wave

before the soul of time…

And shall you whisper to the waiting world,

she ‘He brings the sign

He is my beloved.’

he How long have I loved you.

But then, you walked quiet,

standing on tip-toe amidst falling snow…

quiet, never calling, only a soft prayer,

unspoken to men, received by stars…

she Do you hear their song amidst the quietness

From the monasteries they are coming

from the mountains and the valleys…

to share their robes

with the trees in the forest.

she My love,

I will offer thee a small soft rose

small softness amidst our small world

small petals amidst our small world

small colours amidst our small world

small scent amidst our small world

I will offer thee my own small heart

my own small love amidst our small soft world

thou art small too, my love,

in between our smallness

the smallest secret trembles

the smallest love song fills the air

as we all

and the small soft rose, and all our small world,

and thee and I,

in small soft beauty

rest upon the rose.

were you waiting beloved,

did the forest fill with your waiting…

Did you steal your way

or did it steal upon you,

a smallest gift from heaven, an early morning star?

Or was it only

the touch of your own earth,

she ‘you are not alone my love

we shall surrender together.’

You come as soft surprise,

As perfect as all perfect stars.

‘It is a gift’, you whisper

‘And you are free to wander.’

With this secret gift there is no need to win,

to come to rest,

upon the smallest moment

of the secret

of the waiting love song of the black quanyin.

It is a gift and comes for free,

and when it comes,

your heart will sing

with all your waiting world,

to be so soft within,

the softest waiting beauty of such mind.

she Her love fills his senses

From the garden his sweetest song comes

How silent his music is

sharing the shyest breath of the trees

his flute touching

each small one

in the long, long time of she…

and all the many dancing

to his love song,

water droplets are falling

mysterious tears,

for the beauty…

she is the calling of my heart and she is the answer.

together do you bow before her

see how she reaches

see how beautiful she really truly is

see how she bows before her own beloved

as humble as, as trusting as

each one small one among the many here who live.

he Coming in silent

now this wind

this breeze that touches no other thing

but only lifts me only

so that my heart must sing

the smallest love song without words…

Coming in softly now this spring

of all small beings that are loved only

coming in silent now this wind

this breeze that touches no other thing

but only lifts me only

so that my heart must sing,

the smallest love song without words…

he My questions lay strewn,

small lotus petals

blown soft from their flower

to cover the earth

and in the early morning time

where once I had been first,

now was I humbled and the last in line

to walk the jasmined path

down to the river side

Fallen away now, these robes of unanswered years

as a naked man I enter the water

mysterious tears falling

and feminine time washing over me…

he Beyond these walls

the night is fallen

and hidden there,

a small bird sings her fragile song

too beautiful to stay separate from.

sweet rainbow faith to witness thee…

he small wild flower

in the forest today,

the softest rain falling

are these tears of my joy

Never again,

shall I leave you, my beloved…

your shyness

fills my soul.

he Soft bloomed the jasmine by the eastern gate

and soft

the sway of the dancing frangipani there,

where I would sit to wait,

for that one small star of early evening blue

to come so single

and so all alone

into the silent ocean of sky…

to answer me.

to touch her with my eyes,

while in my heart, the prayer of my brothers,

‘what am I?’

And in my soul,

‘does the river truly live for thee…’

Long since now, when as a young and noble monk

I sat so single in my quest, amidst my brothers…

and the rise and fall of each exquisite breath

shared delicate and subtle signs

of calm and tenderness

he yet my brothers sang their song to rest upon a different wing

to this, the song that I was born to sing:

to sing her song into the azure sky…

together two wings to fly

he beloved earth, soft flight of her smallest reason to believe in life.

How quiet the forest is today

How quiet the yearning,

How quiet the shyest breath of the trees

and the turning…

she were you waiting beloved, did the forest fill with your waiting..

touching the earth,

were you surprised to feel her sweetest response,

you are not alone my love, all the many attend with thee

we shall surrender together.

he How many seasons

have I sheltered in this forest land

How many new moon shafts of sun

have rested in my open hand…

he Kind trees, when I was young,

forever young among my brothers…

a waiting fruit, a limpid bough

and yet I heard her call…

‘turn not from me

but with the smallest turn of thee,

turn to me now…’

yet still, I held so close, afraid to fall

And yet I did not fall. For love is true.

Soft meeting with me of my ‘friend’,

the forest monk,

and I was held anew.

Sweet day, my abbot called me to his chamber

‘how shall it be with you? to go or stay?’

The way has shared her secret…

shall you remain…

‘Its so, the way has shared her secret

yet each small name among the many

knows this small secret of her way…

There is no fame to this,

only, I am come humble,

and humble shall I go… with he, ‘the poet monk’

to be his servant,

into the forest.

he And with the dawn, the poet monk,

‘come now if you will come with me…’

My brothers to their prayers attending

as noble and as even as before

but I passed on, and through the open door,

into new morning.

Then, ‘wait,

it is a custom with which I never can agree,’

and he softly slipped the catch to each small cage

propped there against the bastion walls, of misted monastry…

so silently,

and with their jailors sleeping on

‘to set the small birds free…’

As one joyous song

they lifted to the azure sky

and flew before us to their forest

And we followed humbly

the rainbow way they shared…

In this season of sweet confiding

I rested in a breath of mercy

he and shared

the softest imagination of attendance

with all the many of our beloved.

The way, that way of a trust

unheralded by destination

moved only by

the small breath of the wilderness

sweetly wayward and all of her own accord…

I breathed the stars,

and rested with the waiting stars…

the softest breeze that no leaf disturbs…

and her small river of life lived in my soul.

Now, the forest danced slow motion

and each falling leaf

held in her holy fall, the rise and fall of breath

and called to the beloved of

the beauty of the nights and days of earth.

together ‘Beloved,

We are fallen, humble,

and come into our sweetest reason,

as we gift our all to you…’

he And in that sweet season

unheralded and bland,

ten thousand teachings came in one small touch,

and our beloved land

was lifted by the tenderest hand of grace

and named…

And the soul of each small thing belonged to she,

and sang its smallest song so tenderly,

of love of her.

We yearned together, we, her breath.

We, her company…

We were the maiden and waited

for our beloved to come…

together each name was waiting, in its one and only held forever place,

…for the beloved to come,

this one horizon of all names come small,

this smallest waiting love song nature of our earth,

incomplete and complete together.

‘I am forever with thee’,

How beautiful you are, each one attending here

together, we share witness…

you whisper to me, ‘come closer, closer still…’

he the outline of our form, each one small one, to meet another,

the small fine line

appears to touch such sympathy of difference and of mystery

together come closer, and closer still…

he delivers, and dances again

the silken shine of tomorrow’s waiting loyalty

and again delivers…

and shall there be ‘tomorrow’, but shall I be absent…

and a new star born, in a far off sky

in the long, long time of she.

Feel now the shyest breath,

side by side we attend

together come closer, closer still…

he coming into being as her soul

fragile and with courage just to be

our gift of life, each one small one among the many

small poet weavers, we, of the small fine line of time

to live her soul of time.

she Her time of soul. We are the smallest stars of words.

Silent before the singer…

And she sings us beautiful.

Her word is spoken – and her closeness, known…

he ‘I dance with thee always.

I have filled thee with my sacred dance.

Never am I separate from thee.

The river lives

the silence trembles to be known

Into your shyest garden of the night

I have woven all small and perfect even stars of love, of light…

she The smallest song of my soul

too beautiful to stay separate from,

has filled the all below and in between and all above,

he with my yearning for you…

Now shy one, come dance with me…

come forth, your sweet soul to fly…

to touch stars with your eyes,

to share the smallest seal of our love

Feel this small distinction of each name as known,

Love’s single habit,

is this soul of naming grace,

A merciful prevailing of a view, a smallest wind of breath

he of lace about the maiden,

that gently sings

her own dear song of love, of life,

‘as we the company.’

I hear your song, sweet soul. Your song is my song.

Some soft on going of each sweet note played…

to hold its one and only held forever place,

and in such company,

a sympathy of music born as grace

surrender of our company…

‘small seal, come dance in your ocean.’

and in this first, most small and perfect meeting,

all meetings of before and ever after,

are come most small and perfect.

And I am born anew,

a man in a new land.

And there, in softest wilderness

small wild flower

uncultivated and born free

to grow so gentle at the roots of trees in paradise…

he within a wild deer nest hour,

no power ever held a place with thee…

my friend, the poet monk, spoke quietly,

‘a star has come to earth with grace from heaven above,

to be a woman,

and now there is a place unowned by all of heaven

for an honest’s man own soul

to turn with the smallest turn of he,

to meet her,

for a silent traveller amidst the endless stars of words,

to learn of love…

Follow your flower, for she shall now your teacher be…

to teach you poetry…’

And so I followed

Into the hundred valleys of my soul she led me…
and there in soft surprise....she met me,
my power never was the one for her mysterious love....

And her small soul

filled the forest.

together shy heaven

to surrender your smallest star.

Fallen away now,

the robes of unanswered years.

This quiet night

with no star in the sky,

only the waiting love song of nature

of our earth.

nightingale star

how gentle this night

from the forest her sweet song comes

to fill the air with the fragrance of her love

she I was lost and she has found me.

Humbled before my earth,

how tender she is

All the world is fragile

yet so sweetly the soft rain falls.

How quiet this night

Her love so gentle, forever undisturbed

An unborn star has risen in the sky

and is the beloved of the soul of earth.

Silent before the singer

Kind traveller amidst the endless stars of words.

From the furthest star you turn to meet her.

Returning home to your own beloved earth.

Shy stranger,

to enter the garden so quietly…

she In this soft sunset

the pastel colours of your name

are gently receding…

but your name shall come again…

and there, by the small flowing stream

the maiden is waiting…

and

the softest impression of her most small desire,

this smallest waiting love song nature

of all the names of our beloved earth

come small, come perfect.

he From the forest came we

returning to the source of the small stream

Where, in a cavern deep

black ice did melt

to weep mysterious tears

… for she, small wild flower

dying fragile by my feet,

and feminine time washing over me…

And lady

I am lonely in the loneliness of one

waiting only for you

to speak

into the silence.

she Were you waiting, beloved…

Did the forest fill with your waiting.

Touching the earth

were you surprised to feel her sweetest response,

‘you are not alone my love

all the many attend with thee…’

together Her smallest song does weave thee

she The night was dark, but darker than the night was she,

he The night was dark, but a light unto himself was he

and stayed beside her through the night,

into the new morning

together This soft wash of her.

gentle rain falling.

Small stream of a gift

soft trembling gift of a word,

of the finest gossamer mist of minute rainbows

of a word born free to share

shy poet weaver of the tenderest thread of soul.

The sweet free fall

of flow of this small stream,

each jewel, a one small one among the many.

he When I first saw you

you were standing alone, intimate with the night.

There at the edge of beloved darkness,

speaking only to only..

trembling in the evening air,

with your dark hair falling long and nonchalant about your shoulders,

and your small whispers, meant for another,

filling my soul,

Before,

I was a silent traveller

amidst the endless stars of words,

searching for the furthest star

but now,

I yearn only for you to turn

your face toward me

and know me as beloved.

And to share with you,

as I fill you with my love

this beauty of the night and day,

woman…

no longer a flower in the buddha’s hand…

he We have been an ancient time

waiting

for each other, you and I

as two shooting stars

we have danced alone within a universe of stars

For too long we have wandered the oceans of the sky

in search of each other…

Now a new star is rising tonight

from an unborn space

and gently shining with our world

it has risen to my inner vision

and yet it has never moved

only I am moving, on and on

through the seasons

the door has opened because of my mysterious tears

It could not be touched

It could not be tasted

It could not be heard

It could not be smelt

It could not be known

it is an unborn star that has risen tonight

led forth by grace

and now is shining softly with our world.

‘Oh, gentle lady of the snow lands

when will you sing your song again to me…

Soft flight of the northern geese returning

and the white swan flies for free.

I wandered amidst the mountains streams

gathering in the names of rainbow many,

and all the names are soft become

the smallest water droplets returning,

to their ocean…

and feminine time washing over me.

he And all the names are softly come,

to rest

upon the shyest breath

of our beloved earth’s immeasurable trees…

and the dance of tenderness

of the rainbow plankton and the coral reefs

in her exquisite seas…

‘oh gentle lady of the snowlands

now I share the song of this, our company…

shy poet weavers each one small one,

sharing to form our life as we…

soft flight of the northern geese returning…

and the white swan flies for free…

she soft flight of the northern geese

and the white swan flies…

A quiet light is sharing with our world.

Since the beginning a quiet light has rested in the valleys,

with the oceans, and the mountains,

the deserts, the flowing rivers,

and the immeasurable forests… of our beloved earth.

See how beautiful she is today,

oh my sweet world,

dearest and most delicate…

Like a rose whose fragile bloom trembles

waiting for petal fall

and rose is rose no more

Like a maiden who waits, trembling softly

on her wedding night,

for her lover’s approach.

he Oh my beautiful…

How tenderly I love thee now, as never before.

she and with the smallest turn

that is the smallest turn of thee

I turn inward and am surrendered…

all is fallen away, beloved I am fallen away…

and my purpose is to be

only to thee

You released me mysteriously and are no more…

I am no more…

for this turn is the smallest turn of thee returning home.

My heart and my soul are one, and seek no other

only the smallest door to thee.

he She is the calling of my heart, and she is the answer…

Returning to the forest,

‘How long have you been waiting my love,

resting with the shyest breath of trees

here, beside the small flowing stream…

together Do you bow before her,

See how she reaches,

See how beautiful she really, truly is

See how she bows before her own beloved

as humble as each one small one among the many here who live

he Wandering forth now, with beautiful reason…

following the small stream, a man and a woman

she close is the working, to fill every season,

close is this reason to believe in life…

he And he kissed her,

she entering her so quietly,

bringing her to him in first morning…

he ‘I have gathered a blue flower for your

long dark hair,’

she bringing her small soul into his waiting soul.