In the fabric of such a notion as reality can the play of life ever cease?

Or is it us who open a doorway to the New Age?

Let the ego sleep its restless will

Cornering emotion the rising flow of healing’s devotion

Weep not for in its nature is the teaching.

Who are you who sees behind the lake house of silent awareness?

Who are you who seeks. Who meets life in full flight again and again.

Creaking bark and the tethered stark of dawn lit leaves.

Now smell the sweet pine as it adventures through you. Weaving in the pulsing beat of your own melodic composure.

Again let the ego rest its tired head upon the chest of my truth. Come into the embrace you long for, notice it all around you.

Lay the ego down to rest now and trust the family of your Soul.

Hear my voice in the shadows you speak from. Unzip any armour and be laid bear upon the sands of the present.

Let my shores crash over you, the cleansing salts of your truth being witnessed once more. Allow this. Allow this.