Theta Inspirations – a small selection of Hazel's poetry.

The Language of My Heart

I speak the language of my heart

commanding enemies of light

release all hold on us

to the bright glory

of the One.

As I come

to join with You

I give assent

for love's grand mystery.

All dark is sent

from present and from history

to be consumed in light.

Now with love's impulse

the heart itself will write

a new creation story.

24.9.06

Now I, with You,

let years of yesterday

fall away, fall away.

As I will to let them go

so You take each one from me.

By the power of Your hand

I am set free, I'm set free.

Now I command

a new song be sung,

in morning light,

a new day begun,

the spring of joy

has come, has come,

joy bright, joy bright at morning.

The Path of Gold

The tide glides in - as liquid gold.

Let my heart sing - and let my heart hold

to its wild rhythm.

No matter what I've been,

in mouthing this crude hymn,

let me now see, as I am seen.

Rich in time, I move outside,

to awaken from life's dream.

Here beauty tells that love is all,

so freely given - a shining fall,

that covers the ocean like a shawl.

It covers the depths of ultramarine

with shimmering skirts of blue and green,

like a silken shawl of the brightest sheen.

Today I walk out from the old.

I wind my skirts about me

and take Your gift of gold.

Through Your gentle nurturing

let me now stand without fear.

Your gold is buoyant, buoyant in the lap of sea.

So, in Her open lap, let the earth hold me.

I have been sifted throughout eons,

shaping this life by the light I hold.

I have been on a path of ashes,

Now I choose the path of gold.

Originally composed in Samos , Greece in Sept. 2007 and revised in Jan. 2008

Because we are one

Because we are one

the healing blessing comes,

yet never when we turn our hearts

away from Source to live apart.

Jan 08

A symphony of play

If I could unmake

the earth's hurt and pain

I'd replace it all

with a harmony again;

where the spheres of the heavens

spin in perfect course,

and all the rivers flow

so wide and slow,

and the ocean waves

would gently break,

and the flowers and trees,

just as I please,

would colour the world

with such bright array

that all the men

on earth would say:

“See what the hand

of this one has made,

let us also join

in a harmony of form,

to unmake our hate

and love our brother,

to woo the earth

like a gentle lover,

to be kind to all

so there is no foe,

to take love's path

on a world made new.”

Yet as I start

to take apart

the rich complexity of form,

so my heart breaks

from it's pure rhythm,

and my breath shakes,

shakes in it's course,

from the cavern of my chest

to the cauldron of my belly,

and my whole body quakes,

quakes at such audacity.

For who am I

to undo creation's web?

Without breath I would fade

faster then the flower.

Without breath I would pass

swifter then an hour.

Yet I hear the river song,

wild and raging with flood waters,

and above it chants earth's daughters,

in a song both sweet and strong.

“You will make and unmake

with the sunrise in the morning,

you will make the world anew

with your heart song at day's dawning,

and the rhythm of your heart

will carry through the day,

a harmony of form,

a symphony of play.”

14.7.07

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