THAT LIVES IN US
If you put your hands on this oar with me, they will never harm another, and they will come to find they hold everything you want.
If you put your hands on this oar with me, they would no longer lift anything to your mouth that might wound your precious land-that sacred earth that is your body.
If you put your soul against this oar with me, the power that made the universe will enter your sinew from a source not outside your limbs, but from holy realm that lives in us.
Exuberant is existence, time a husk. When the moment cracks open, ecstasy leaps out and devours space: love goes mad with blessings, like my words give.
Why lay yourself on the torturer’s rack of past and future? The mind that tries to shape tomorrow beyond its capacities will find no rest.
Be kind to yourself, dear- to our innocent follies. Forget any sounds or touch you knew that did not help you dance. You will come to see that all evolves us.
If you put your heart against the earth with me, in serving every creature, our Beloved will enter you from our sacred realm and we will be, we will be so happy.