Index of first lines
The section immediately following contains the complete words of songs from two Compact Disks, House of the Weavers and Heron Valley. They are made available not only as an accompaniment to the music but also as in their own way a journey too.
Here are songs to the wild Earth, to the wise land, to that which lies secret and still. Here are songs to the Goddess of many faces, to the sacred marriage path, to the power and beauty of the creation dance.
All these songs have been written by Carolyn Hillyer, an artist and musician, known primarily for her strong and inspiring images, created in paint and song, of the Goddess. Her work emphasises the part the sacred female energy has in our present experience of balancing our deeper selves with the planet and the wider universe.
Andrew Forrest and Carolyn composed the music for Egypt Dust. Nigel Shaw and Carolyn composed that for A Sister's Passion, for Sacred Marriage, for Mother of the Moor, Give Me Wild, Heron Valley, A Mystery Unfolding, Holly Woman, The Mask, I (Am the Spirit), The Fish and the Moon, Filled by You, Little Bird and Celebration Road. In addition to composing the music for all the remaining songs, she is responsible for the vocals, frame drum, recorder, acoustic guitar, percussion and ocarina. Nigel Shaw is responsible for keyboards, drums, percussion, cedar flute, whisper and roar. Andrew Forrest plays the acoustic guitar to accompany Egypt Dust.
Since 1990 Carolyn has been exhibiting her paintings and in 1992 first collaborated with Nigel Shaw in the production of her first album of songs. These two strands of work have now been combined to dramatic effect in her audio-visual performance, a slide show entitled Two Drumbeats. Carolyn lives on Dartmoor which is a deep and constant inspiration for her work, and performs regularly at concerts, festivals and exhibitions around the UK, also in Europe and Australia. The paintings move alongside the songs - sometimes the whisper of a song is heard in an image, other times a face can be glimpsed behind the words. Both have been a doorway through which an all-encompassing, heart-surging awe of this blessed land has emerged and found form.
For full catalogue contact: Seventh Wave Music, PO Box 1, Totnes, Devon TQ9 6UQ, UK.
I come to you from
the House of the Weavers
House of the Weavers.
I come to you from
the House of the Weavers
House of the Weavers.
Dreaming Grandmothers
with wisdom hands
and lizard tongue.
Dreaming Grandmothers
with wisdom hands
and lizard tongue.
I fly with you from
the House of the Weavers
House of the Weavers.
I fly with you from
the House of the Weavers
House of the Weavers.
Fly, fly
with my eagle eye
and willow wing.
Fly, fly with my eagle eye
and willow wing.
I dance with you in
the House of the Weavers
House of the Weavers.
I dance with you in
the House of the Weavers
House of the Weavers.
I step the weft
I walk the warp
I dance the spiral round.
I step the weft
I walk the warp
I dance the spiral round.
I stand with you by
the House of the Weavers
House of the Weavers.
I stand with you by
the House of the Weavers
House of the Weavers.
Watch from the ridge
it is the bridge
into another realm.
Watch from the ridge
it is the bridge
into another realm.
I now return into
the House of the Weavers
House of the Weavers.
I now return into
the House of the Weavers
House of the Weavers.
The veil lifted
the journey ended
and now begun.
The veil lifted
the journey ended
and now begun.
I come to you from
the House of the Weavers
House of the Weavers.
I come to you from
the House of the Weavers
House of the Weavers.
Dreaming Grandmothers
with wisdom hands
and lizard tongue.
Dreaming Grandmothers
with wisdom hands
and lizard tongue.
I come to you from
the House of the Weavers
House of the Weavers.
I come to you from
the House of the Weavers
House of the Weavers.
I come to you from
the House of the Weavers
House of the Weavers.
Sweet Mother Ocean
Turquoise Lady
Deep fertile hidden waters
Blessed moondance of the sea.
Strong Mother Ocean
Turquoise Lady
Mighty swell of lion roaring
Rising in your wild beauty.
Ancient Mother Ocean
Turquoise Lady
Whispering soft your secret dreaming
Rolling constant journey.
Sacred Mother Ocean
Turquoise Lady
Waiting shore and brooding rock
Washed by your waves of destiny.
Sweet Mother Ocean
Turquoise Lady
Deep fertile hidden waters
Blessed moondance of the sea.
Strong Mother Ocean
Turquoise Lady
Mighty swell of lion roaring
Rising in your wild beauty.
Ancient Mother Ocean
Turquoise Lady
Whispering soft your secret dreaming
Rolling constant journey.
Sacred Mother Ocean
Turquoise Lady
Waiting shore and brooding rock
Washed by your waves of destiny.
Sweet Mother Ocean
Turquoise Lady
Strong Mother Ocean
Turquoise Lady
Ancient Mother Ocean
Turquoise Lady
Sacred Mother Ocean
Turquoise Lady
Sweet Mother Ocean
Turquoise Lady
Strong Mother Ocean
Turquoise Lady
Ancient Mother Ocean
Turquoise Lady
Sacred Mother Ocean
Turquoise Lady
Sweet Mother Ocean
Turquoise Lady
Strong Mother Ocean
Turquoise Lady
Ancient Mother Ocean
Turquoise Lady
Sacred Mother Ocean
Turquoise Lady
Sweet Mother Ocean
Turquoise Lady
Strong Mother Ocean
Turquoise Lady
She is woman who sees
She is woman who sees
She is Crone woman
Skull and bone woman
Moss and stone woman
Crone woman
Crone woman.
Deep earth cave mother
Dark moon blood mother
Blood Mother
Blood Mother.
She is woman who knows
She is woman who knows
She is hidden woman
She is shadow woman
Midnight cloak woman
Raven croak woman
Owl bat moth woman
Owl Woman Owl Woman.
She is woman who waits
She is woman who waits
She is death mother
She is birth mother
Earth Mother Earth Mother
Earth Birth Death Mother.
She is North Woman
Winter storm woman
Ancient hands woman
Wisdom woman
Old woman old woman.
She is woman who sees
She is woman who sees
She is Night woman
She is Night woman.
Woman.
Magdalene Magdalene
Etz Hayyim Hi
Magdalene Magdalene
She is the Tree of Life.
Etz Hayyim Hi
Etz Hayyim Hi
Mayyim Hayyim Hi
Etz Hayyim Hi
Etz Hayyim Hi
Mayyim Hayyim Hi.
She is the House
The House of the Soul
Etz Hayyim Hi
She is the Well
The Well of the Heart
She is the Tree of Life.
Etz Hayyim Hi
Etz Hayyim Hi
Mayyim Hayyim Hi
Etz Hayyim Hi
Etz Hayyim Hi
Mayyim Hayyim Hi.
She is the House
The House of the Soul
Etz Hayyim Hi
She is the Well
The Well of the Heart
She is the Tree of Life.
Etz Hayyim Hi
Etz Hayyim Hi
Mayyim Hayyim Hi
Etz Hayyim Hi
Etz Hayyim Hi
Mayyim Hayyim Hi.
Magdalene Magdalene
Etz Hayyim Hi
Magdalene Magdalene
She is the Tree of Life.
Etz Hayyim Hi
Etz Hayyim Hi
Mayyim Hayyim Hi
Etz Hayyim Hi
Etz Hayyim Hi
Mayyim Hayyim Hi.
Um, um, um, um, um, um
Yeh, yeh, yeh, yeh, yeh, yeh
Um, um, um, um, um, um.
The doorway is narrow
and the walls push close about her.
I am the flower of the field:
as the lily among thorns so is my love among the
daughters.
Heavy robes hang solid
Weary body bound tight.
I sat down under his shadow whom I desired: and his fruit was sweet to my palate.
She is held hard to the earth.
Thy lips, my spouse, are as a dropping honeycomb:
honey and milk are under thy tongue.
She stoops low to peer through a window,
very small.
The voice of my beloved knocking: open to me, my
sister, my love.
My soul melted when he spoke.
Warm sun touches cold stone.
I arose to open to my beloved: my hands dropped with
myrrh.
Behold he cometh leaping upon the mountains.
And joy flies out on the wings of a thousand butterflies.
The fig tree hath put forth her green figs,
the vines in flower yield their sweet smell.
A heart unbound.
A spirit risen high.
A horizon spread wide.
I will go up into the palm tree and will take hold of the fruit thereof.
She is balanced in a moment of perfection.
Flee away o my beloved and be like to the roe and to the young hart upon the mountain.
The ecstasy of one renounced.
The Passion of a Sister.
Ee-oo-ee, ee-oo-ee.
She is a fiery raw goddess
With a blood red eye
In her womb she holds the universe
The earth clasped between her thighs
Her serpent power is rising
Her jaguar teeth are sharp
The wild beast is drumming
in her jungle heart.
She is a fiery raw goddess
With a blood red eye
In her womb she holds the universe
The earth clasped between her thighs
Her serpent power is rising
Her jaguar teeth are sharp
The wild beast is drumming
in her jungle heart.
The wild beast is drumming
In her jungle heart.
The wild beast is drumming
in her jungle heart.
The wild beast is drumming
In her jungle heart.
The wild.
The wild beast is drumming
in her jungle heart.
The wild beast is drumming
In her jungle heart.
The wild beast is drumming
in her jungle heart,
heart, heart, heart.
Jungle heart, jungle heart,
jungle heart, jungle heart.
Wild beast, wild beast,
wild beast, wild best.
Jungle heart, jungle heart, heart, heart.
Jungle heart, heart, heart, jungle heart.
The wild beast is drumming
In her jungle heart, heart, heart.
The wild beast is drumming
In her jungle heart, heart, heart.
Jungle heart, heart.
Errrrr, ee-oo.
Le-le-le-le-le-le.
Ee-oo-ee.
Le-le-le-le-le-le, le-le-le-le-le-le.
The wild beast, the wild beast, the wild beast.
The wild beast is drumming
in her jungle heart.
The wild beast is drumming
In her jungle heart, heart, heart.
O-u-o, o-u-o, e-u.
I sing the ripening corn to you
I sing this pathway to you
that you may come where two hills meet
and I wait at water's edge.
I hear your heartbeat through the earth
sitting in my joy of you
sitting in my joy of you
wind brings your whisper.
I watch the horizon
and feel my blood's deep pulse
I sing the ripening corn to you
that you may come.
I hear your heartbeat through the earth
sitting in my joy of you
I sing the ripening corn to you
that you may come.
I sing the ripening corn to you
that you may come
that you may come
that you may come
that you may come.
I am a secret stream and
I am running beneath the surface of the earth.
You are my constant dream
and you're running with me
beneath the surface of the earth.
I am a willow tree
I am growing on the surface of the earth.
You are a summer breeze
and you're blowing on the surface of the earth.
I am an autumn leaf
I am lying on the surface of the earth
You are those dancing feet
and you're dancing on the surface of the earth.
I am a secret stream
I am a willow tree
I am an autumn leaf.
You are my constant dream
You are my summer breeze
You are my dancing feet
You are my dancing feet
You are my dancing feet
You are my dancing feet.
You are my dancing feet
You are my dancing feet
You are my dancing feet
You are my dancing feet.
In forest heart the Man of Leaves is dancing
He is source of stream and seed of life begun
At the edge of dawn his lithe green limbs are moving
Elfin flutes play and he steps the mystery round.
Green Lord, Green Lord,
Spring Maiden dances with you.
Green Lord, Green Lord,
Spring Maiden dances with you.
Through ripened corn the Golden Man approaches
He wears the sun, the oldest light, as a crown
His fertile magic staff he bears before him
The air is hot as he lays down upon the land
Corn King, Corn King,
Harvest Queen lays with you.
Corn King, Corn King,
Harvest Queen lays with you.
On open moor the Man of Stone is waiting
Between the worlds he guards the twilight hour
Through his eyes the ancient knowledge passes
His feet drum the throbbing beat of
Earth's deep power.
Stone Man, Stone Man,
Weaving Woman waits for you.
Stone Man, Stone Man,
Weaving Woman waits for you.
Free running stag is riding from the darkness
The wild hunt he leads across the sky
He carries deep the heartbeats of the Old Ones
He marks the trail into the wise and hidden ways.
Horned God, Horned God,
Moon Goddess rises with you.
Horned God, Horned God,
Moon Goddess rises with you.
I knocked at the door of the Three Guardians
and I beseeched them: give me wings again
O Mothers, to fly to my sister. There is one who
sends and one who waits to receive.
I am a messenger who moves between horizons.
I carry a gift, a truth, a longing.
Give me flight, O Mothers...
We fly, we fly
our gentle wings this heart enfold
We carry, we carry
a precious song to you our sister
We feel, we feel
the winter of your sad waiting
We call, we call
Know you that we are near now
We seek, we seek
we send our light into the shadows
We trust, we trust
the dawn will bring us to you.
Wide eagle mountain passes
Deep plunging misty valleys
Red blood baked rock
Hot dust hazy desert
Silent watching night forest
Thin silver serpent trails.
We find, we find
we call into your dreaming
We circle, we circle
spiral into your waking soul
We touch, we touch
the wings of All the Birds embrace you
We lift, we lift
you up into your mountain vision
We dance, we dance
In the wise glow of your shining
We love, we love
the beauty of your rising.
Swiftly coming swiftly coming
Softly coming softly coming
Sweet Egypt dust in your hair
warm musk lingers on your skin
soft waves of your whispering
I hear, I fly
I carry your timeless love
and follow footsteps
across the burning sand.
We fly, we fly
our gentle wings this heart enfold
We carry, we carry
a precious song to you our sister
We fly, we fly
our gentle wings this heart enfold
We carry, we carry
a precious gift to you our sister
We fly, we fly
We carry, we carry
We fly, we fly.
Angels of the rising dawn
Crystal mountain soul
Speaking light
Speaking light
Touching gold
Touching gold
Angels of the rising dawn
Gentle morning star
Reaching high
Reaching high
Moving far
Moving far.
Angels of the rising dawn
Crystal mountain soul
Speaking light
Speaking light
Touching gold
Touching gold
Angels of the rising dawn
Gentle morning star
Reaching high
Reaching high
Moving far
Moving far.
Drum your footsteps to the sacred mountain
Lay down on the bleeding earth and sigh
Breath the rhythm of the Mother sleeping
Listen to Her dream, She whispers: Come alive!
Tread gently on the earth
Breathe gently of the air
Lie gently in the water
Touch gently to the fire.
She bears the scars of our fears and our follies
The dark night hovers and the world sits blind
But the waters flow and the moon is singing
Daughter winds are gathering and hope is high.
Tread gently on the earth
Breathe gently of the air
Lie gently in the water
Touch gently to the fire.
You were born of Her, She gave you being
She healed your body and brought your soul fire
As the Mother wakes we must awaken with Her
We will fade away if we let Her die.
Tread gently on the earth
Breathe gently of the air
Lie gently in the water
Touch gently to the fire.
Tread gently on the earth
Tread gently on the earth
Breath gently of the air
Breath gently of the air
Lie gently in the water
Lie gently in the water
Touch gently to the fire
Touch gently to the fire
Tread gently on the earth
Tread gently on the earth
Breath gently of the air
Breath gently of the air
Lie gently in the water
Lie gently in the water
Touch gently to the fire
Touch gently to the fire
Touch gently to the fire
Tread gently on the earth
Tread gently on the earth
Breath gently of the air
Breath gently of the air
Lie gently in the water
Lie gently in the water
Touch gently to the fire
Touch gently to the fire
Tread gently on the earth
Tread gently on the earth
Tread gently on the earth
Mother of the Moor
Small river brings me to your gate
A sun-warmed place
Familiar smell of moss and leaves
You've always been the same.
Mother of the Moor you are
Mother of the Moor you are
Mother of the Moor you are
Mother of the Moor.
And your body is stone and wood
and your heart is my hearth.
And your body is stone and wood
and your heart is my hearth.
Breeze dances through me
and your fingers touch gently
This way, you say, listen close
and you will find me.
Mother of the Moor you are
Mother of the Moor you are
Mother of the Moor you are
Mother of the Moor.
And your body is stone and wood
and your heart is my hearth.
And your body is stone and wood
and your heart is my hearth.
Your daughter, she is my daughter
She's running through the fern
Your lover, he is my lover
He's reaching to the sun.
Mother of the Moor you are
Mother of the Moor you are
Mother of the Moor you are
Mother of the Moor.
And your body is stone and wood
and your heart is my hearth.
And your body is stone and wood
and your heart is my hearth.
My hearthstone rests in your lap
and I step softly
I come now to kindle your fire
and draw your water to me.
Mother of the Moor you are
Mother of the Moor you are
Mother of the Moor you are
Mother of the Moor.
And your body is stone and wood
and your heart is my hearth.
And your body is stone and wood
and your heart is my hearth.
Mother of the Moor you are
Mother of the Moor you are
Mother of the Moor you are
Mother of the Moor.
Way, way, way, o-hey, away, away, o-hey.
Way, way, way, o-hey, away, away, o-hey.
Way, way, way, o-hey, away, away, o-hey.
Way, way, way, o-hey, away, away, o-hey.
Way, way, way, o-hey, away, away, o-hey.
Way, way, way, o-hey, away, away, o-hey.
Storm beast rides in the belly of the night
Way, way, way, o-hey, away, away, o-hey.
Give me wild give me wild
Give me wild give me wild
Way, way, way, o-hey, away, away, o-hey.
Storm beast curled on the wing of the wind
Way, way, way, o-hey, away, away, o-hey.
Give me wild give me wild
Give me wild give me wild
Way, way, way, o-hey, away, away, o-hey.
Waters amber waters crashing waters stinging rains
Way, way, way, o-hey, away, away, o-hey.
Wash me through wash me through
Way, way, way, o-hey, away, away, o-hey.
Give me wild give me wild
Way, way, way, o-hey, away, away, o-hey.
Mist yawning mist spinning mist trailing spirits
Way, way, way, o-hey, away, away, o-hey.
Wrap me round wrap me round
Way, way, way, o-hey, away, away, o-hey.
Give me wild give me wild
Way, way, way, o-hey, away, away, o-hey.
Rock dripping rock cutting rock scarred warriors
Way, way, way, o-hey, away, away, o-hey.
Hold me strong hold me strong
Way, way, way, o-hey, away, away, o-hey.
Give me wild give me wild
Way, way, way, o-hey, away, away, o-hey.
Clouds rolling clouds darkness clouds heavy thunder
Way, way, way, o-hey, away, away, o-hey.
Press me close press me close
Way, way, way, o-hey, away, away, o-hey.
Give me wild give me wild
Way, way, way, o-hey, away, away, o-hey.
Earth twisting earth heaving earth swaying belly
Way, way, way, o-hey, away, away, o-hey.
Rock me hard rock me hard
Way, way, way, o-hey, away, away, o-hey.
Give me wild give me wild
Way, way, way, o-hey, away, away, o-hey.
Light flashing light piercing light bolting horses
Way, way, way, o-hey, away, away, o-hey.
Fire my soul fire my soul
Way, way, way, o-hey, away, away, o-hey.
Give me wild give me wild
Way, way, way, o-hey, away, away, o-hey.
Trees eating trees madness trees leaping shadows
Way, way, way, o-hey, away, away, o-hey.
Free my dance free my dance
Way, way, way, o-hey, away, away, o-hey.
Give me wild give me wild
Way, way, way, o-hey, away, away, o-hey.
Winds calling winds screaming winds mourning voices
Way, way, way, o-hey, away, away, o-hey.
Fill my dream fill my dream
Way, way, way, o-hey, away, away, o-hey.
Give me wild give me wild
Way, way, way, o-hey, away, away, o-hey.
Storm beast rides in the belly of the night
Way, way, way, o-hey, away, away, o-hey.
Give me wild give me wild
Way, way, way, o-hey, away, away, o-hey.
Storm beast curled on the wing of the wind
Way, way, way, o-hey, away, away, o-hey.
Give me wild give me wild
Give me wild give me wild
Way, way, way, o-hey, away, away, o-hey.
There's a Maiden coming in
moving down through Heron Valley
see the Maiden coming in
wearing spring in her air.
Silver by the pool
naked in the clear air
tall against the birch
dancer on the damp earth.
Silver by the pool
naked in the clear air
tall against the birch
dancer on the damp earth.
She's the catcher of the breeze
she's the lover of the pale sun
she's the footstep on the moss
she's the laughter of the quick stream.
Silver by the pool
naked in the clear air
tall against the birch
dancer on the damp earth.
Silver by the pool
naked in the clear air
tall against the birch
dancer on the damp earth.
Beneath the lace of winter wood
she throws out her arms and she sings
calling birds behind her
that bring summer on their wings.
Silver by the pool
naked in the clear air
tall against the birch
dancer on the damp earth.
Silver by the pool
naked in the clear air
tall against the birch
dancer on the damp earth.
Through soft shades and glistening haze
swift she trails her gown of green
her sweet kiss, the rising sap
and her warm hand awakening.
Silver by the pool
naked in the clear air
tall against the birch
dancer on the damp earth.
Silver by the pool
naked in the clear air
tall against the birch
dancer on the damp earth.
There's a Maiden coming in
moving down through Heron Valley
see the Maiden coming in
wearing spring in her air.
Taste the yellow,
Smell the new
Touch the spring
Feel the wood...
Taste the yellow,
Smell the new
Touch the spring
Feel the wood...
Taste the yellow,
Smell the new
Touch the spring
Feel the wood...
Taste the yellow,
Smell the new
Touch the spring
Feel the wood...
Taste the yellow,
Smell the new
Touch the spring
Feel the wood...
Touch the spring
Feel the wood...
Touch the spring
Feel the wood...
Touch the spring
Feel the wood...
Smell the new
Touch the spring
Feel the wood...
Taste the yellow,
Smell the new
Touch the spring
Feel the wood...
Taste the yellow,
Smell the new
Touch the spring
Feel the wood...
Taste the yellow,
Smell the new
Touch the spring
Feel the Word...
Fox passing through the purple dusk
Calling buzzard lifts and plays the air
Bright mouse eye in the gorse
Brown trout journeys to source
There's a mystery unfolding
A mystery unfolding
There's a mystery unfolding
On the land.
Owl guardians dark wings of the night
Laughing otter spills into the stream
Small snake coiled in the grass
Heron moves across the marsh
There's a mystery unfolding
A mystery unfolding
There's a mystery unfolding
On the land.
Fox passing through the purple dusk
Calling buzzard lifts and plays the air
Bright mouse eye in the gorse
Brown trout journeys to source
There's a mystery unfolding
A mystery unfolding
There's a mystery unfolding
On the land.
Owl guardians dark wings of the night
Laughing otter spills into the stream
Small snake coiled in the grass
Heron moves across the marsh
There's a mystery unfolding
A mystery unfolding
There's a mystery unfolding
On the land.
There's a mystery unfolding
A mystery unfolding
There's a mystery unfolding
On the land.
There's a mystery unfolding
A mystery unfolding
There's a mystery unfolding
On the land.
There's a mystery unfolding
A mystery unfolding
There's a mystery unfolding
On the land.
There's a mystery unfolding
A mystery unfolding
There's a mystery unfolding
On the land.
There's a mystery unfolding
A mystery unfolding
There's a mystery unfolding
On the land.
There's a mystery unfolding
A mystery unfolding
There's a mystery unfolding
On the land.
The heron flies
Calling buzzard
The heron flies
Calling buzzard
The heron flies
Laughing otter
The heron flies
Calling buzzard
The heron flies
Laughing otter
The heron flies
She is the eye of the storm
She is the centre of the wheel
She is the ever constant heart
She is the flame that burns still
And the year turns through yet she remains
Holly Woman unmoving, Holly Woman unchanged.
Fierce guardian of the winter storming
Silent watcher from the edge
Ancient memory and wisdom stories
Held in the seeds of her blood red
And the year turns through yet she remains
Holly Woman unmoving, Holly Woman unchanged.
So she sits amid the spring greening
The ripening gold will not touch her face
For she will be tomorrow
As she is today
And the year turns through yet she remains
Holly Woman unmoving, Holly Woman unchanged.
So we learn to greet our life changes
As we follow ebb and flow
Yet there is a place at our centre
Where the winds do not blow
And the year turns through yet we remain
Holy Women unmoving, Holy Women unchanged.
The travellers spoke in this way:
we journeyed far through that country
and the bundles on our backs grew heavy
with experience
with experience.
And our eyes were dulled from seeing
the surfaces of may things
yes the surfaces of many things
but the hearts of few
but the hearts of few.
By a bridge sat a woman
no stranger yet strange she seemed
she wore the faces of all those we'd known
and had yet to meet
and had yet to meet.
The woman spoke: you search hard
but you do not have the eyes to find
I've made a mask through which to see
all sides of everything
all sides of everything.
We took the mask from her hands
and looking through we saw
the Woman in the Land
we saw the Spiral in the Stone
and the Singer in the Well
we saw the power in ourselves
we saw the power in ourselves.
Now we travel with new eyes
and to those who share our company
we give the mask through which to see
all sides of everything
all sides of everything.
Through the softening night she's waiting
Listening close to distant whispers
As two hidden drums are measuring
A steady tread towards the dawn light
And the secrets of her dark womb
Are spilling out into the morning
And the Cedar flute is playing
As the little one emerges.
Will you dance with me sweet daughters
Within the many circles of our lives
Held together by two drumbeats
Heart drum of the mother
Heart drum of the child.
Two women now are gathering
The harvest of their planting
As a bridge across the planet
Two belly bowls are beating
And the heartsongs of the new ones
Are rising through the cloud drift
In the sky two stars are brightening
As they witness this beginning.
Will you dance with me sweet daughters
Within the many circles of our lives
Held together by two drumbeats
Heart drum of the mother
Heart drum of the child.
In the fireglow of the circle
Two drums are holding rhythm
And the ring of women stamping
New life in the dry land
Swaying in the shadows
Calling out into the black sky
Arm to shoulder slowly turning
In the swell born of their spinning.
Will you dance with me sweet daughters
Within the many circles of our lives
Held together by two drumbeats
Heart drum of the mother
Heart drum of the child.
To the high land they have journeyed
Words of truth and eyes of vision
A hundred thousand women
And a hundred thousand heartbeats
Round the deep drum of the Mother
Pulsing belly, surging power
Bearing down into the warm earth
At the birthing of this new time.
Will you dance with me sweet daughters
Within the many circles of our lives
Held together by two drumbeats
Heart drum of the mother
Heart drum of the child.
Heart drum of the mother
Heart drum of the child.
Heart drum of the mother
Heart drum of the child.
I..., I..., I..., I..., I....
I am the stream and the cup that is filled, I....
I am the bleeding and I am the blood, I....
I am the woman who cries on the rock, I....
I am the child who grows wise in the sun, I....
I am the moon as she rises to full, I....
I am the sister who comes from the south, I....
I am the dance of the babe in the womb, I....
I am the Spirit who breathes on the land,
I am the Spirit who breathes on the land, I....
I....
I am the stream and the cup that is filled, I....
I am the bleeding and I am the blood, I....
I am the woman who cries on the rock, I....
I am the woman who cries on the rock, I....
I am the sister who comes from the south, I....
I am the child who grows wise in the sun, I....
I am the dance of the babe in the womb, I....
I....
I am the moon as she rises to full, I....
I am the Spirit who breathes on the land,
I am the Spirit who breathes on the land, I....
I am the Spirit. I am the Spirit. I am the Spirit. I....
I am the Spirit who breathes on the land, I....
I..., I..., I....
So she journeyed to sit at the ocean edge
and saw the sun move low against the sky.
The waves of her aloneness she wrapped
about her and her tears fell hot into the sea.
Then, across the sand came the sun towards
her and through her open eyes, stepped inside her.
And she understood that he who had
been wandering long at the edge of infinity
was now close at hand. And so she came
back to her hearth and waited in the fields
and kept watch in the valley. And she
sang out the hymn of his returning. From a
distant star she saw him and when at last
he arrived their meeting was complete, for through
the parting had they become each
a piece of the other. And from the point of
greatest darkness to the time of greatest light
did they unfold the edges of their story
and plant seeds into the ground.
La-la-la-la. La-la-la-la. La-la-la-la.
La-la-la-la. La-la-la-la. La-la-la-la.
And they lay within a huge white egg and
dreamed that the sun poured full upon the earth
and that the night held hidden blessings. Then the
rains came in abundance, the thunder rolled and
wings beat the air into a storm. A great cedar
burst from the soil and rose with arms extended into
the sky. As last she went to the tree and she
opened her body and gave birth to a small fish
which held the moon between its lips.
We float in a water with no shore
Moon child, womb child
Moon child, womb child
We slide across a landscape with no horizon
Moon child, womb child
Moon child, womb child
I am filled by you
I am filled by you.
We are held in the stillness between two sighs
Moon child, womb child
Moon child, womb child
We live in the silence of a song with no words
Moon child, womb child
Moon child, womb child
I am filled by you
I am filled by you.
This is our shared time
This is our shared time
I wait for the ripe time
You are waiting too.
Moon child, womb child
Moon child, womb child
I am filled by you
I am filled by you.
I am filled by you
I am filled by you.
Little bird on your maiden flight
Tiny goddess that sits in my palm
Earth daughter with a daffodil smile
Girl child growing your tiny womb
My little woman my little woman
My little woman.
Small sister with a big song
Sleepy friend with your dream-deep eyes
Spring flower blossoming brave and wild
Rosy angel riding with the stars
My little woman my littled woman
My little woman my little woman
My little woman.
Someone is running at the edge of the world
Strong bare desert feet
Someone is drumming at the dawning of the earth
Swift steps mark the beat
Something is carried here close to the heart
So small so light
Somewhere a universe is starting to turn
Huge raw bold and bright.
A song is opening and touching the sky
The rhythm is true and the vision is bold
Dancing the dream and living the joy
Spirit is walking a celebration road.
Spirit is walking a celebration road.
Someone is running at the edge of the world
Strong bare desert feet
Someone is drumming at the dawning of the earth
Swift steps mark the beat
Something is carried here close to the heart
So small so light
Somewhere a universe is starting to turn
Huge raw bold and bright.
A song is opening and touching the sky
The rhythm is true and the vision is bold
Dancing the dream and living the joy
Spirit is walking a celebration road.
Spirit is walking a celebration road.
Spirit is rising
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The rhythm is true and the vision is bold
Dancing the dream and living the joy
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The rhythm is true and the vision is bold
Dancing the dream and living the joy
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A stream of tender gladness,
Of filmy sun, and opal-tinted skies;
Of warm midsummer air that lightly lies
In mystic rings,
Where softly swings
The music of a thousand wings
That almost tone to sadness.
Midway twixt earth and heaven,
A bubble in the pearly air, I seem
To float upon the sapphire floor, a dream
Of clouds of snow,
Above, below,
Drift, with my drifting, dim and slow,
As twilight drifts to even.
The little fern-leaf, bending
Upon the brink, its green reflection greets,
And kisses soft the shadow that it meets
With touch so fine,
The border line
The keenest vision can't define;
So perfect is the blending.
The far, fir trees that cover
The brownish hills with needles green and gold,
The arching elms o'erhead, vinegrown and old,
Repictured are
Beneath me far,
Where not a ripple moves to mar
Shades underneath, or over.
Mine is the undertone;
The beauty, strength, and power of the land
Will never stir or bend at my command;
But all the shade
Is marred or made,
If I but dip my paddle blade;
And it is mine alone.
O! pathless world of seeming! `
O! pathless life of mine whose deep ideal
Is more my own than ever was the real.
For others fame
nd Love's red flame,
And yellow gold: I only claim
The shadows and the dreaming.
E. PAULINE JOHNSON (TEKAHIONWAKE)
As the flight of a river
That flows to the sea,
My soul rushes ever
In tumult to thee.
A twofold existence
I am where thou art;
My heart in the distance
Beats close to thy heart.
Look up, I am near thee,
I gaze on thy face;
I see thee, I hear thee,
I feel thine embrace.
As a magnet's control on
The steel it draws to it,
Is the charm of thy soul on
The thoughts that pursue it.
And absence but brightens
The eyes that I miss,
And custom but heightens
The spell of thy kiss.
It is not from duty,
Though that may be owed, -
It is not from beauty,
Though that be bestowed;
But all that I care for,
And all that I know,
Is that, without wherefore,
I worship thee so.
Through granite it breaketh
A tree to the ray,
As a dreamer forsaketh
The grief of the day,
My soul in its fever
Escapes unto thee;
O dream to the griever,
O light to the tree!
A twofold existence
I am where thou art;
Hark, hear in the distance
The beat of my heart!
EDWARD BULWER, LORD LYTTON
Where did you come from, baby dear?
Out of the everywhere into here.
Where did you get those eyes so blue?
Out of the sky as I came through.
What makes the light in them sparkle and spin?
Some of the starry spikes left in.
Where did you get that little tear?
I found it waiting when I got here.
What makes your forehead so smooth and high?
A soft hand stroked it as I went by.
What makes your cheek like a warm white rose?
I saw something better than any one knows.
Whence that three-cornered smile of bliss?
Three angels gave me at once a kiss.
Where did you get this pearly ear?
God spoke, and it came out to hear.
Where did you get those arms and hands?
Love made itself into bonds and bands.
Feet, whence did you come, you darling things?
From the same box as the cherubs' wings.
How did they all just come to be you?
God thought about me, and so I grew.
But how did you come to us, my dear?
God thought about you, and so I am here.
GEORGE MACDONALD
I cannot sing to thee as I would sing
If I were quickened like the holy lark
With fire from Heaven and sunlight on his wing,
Who wakes the world with witcheries of the dark
Renewed in rapture in the reddening air.
A thing of splendour do I deem him then,
A feather'd frenzy with an angel's throat,
A something sweet that somewhere seems to float
'Twixt earth and sky, to be a sign to men.
He fills me with such wonder and despair!
I long to kiss thy locks, so golden bright,
As he doth kiss the tresses of the sun.
Oh! bid me sing to thee, my chosen one,
And do thou teach me, Love, to sing aright.
ERIC MACKAY
Truth stole away
One day
To some deep well
Where out of sight
She might
For ever dwell.
Then Wisdom sought
Distraught,
But nought she did
Availed to tell
The well
Where Truth lay hid.
But, Love, I chance
To glance
In your dear eyes;
And in their cool
Deep pool,
Behold, she lies.
G. K. MENZIES
How charming is divine Philosophy!
Not harsh, and crabbed, as dull fools suppose,
But musical as is Apollo's lute,
And a perpetual feast of nectared sweets,
Where no crude surfeit reigns.
JOHN MILTON
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'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Clement Clarke Moore (1779-1863)
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O, alabaster bastions,
You ramparts of desire,
Whose glimpse is still an instant cause
To set my heart afire.
Though others may seek ardently
To view a bosom fine,
For me the fundamental goal
Is still that bottom line.
I favour both the statuesque
And harmonies of motion -
They're severally guaranteed
To stiffen my emotion.
Such pastimes indescribable
Of ecstasy or pain
Remake my memory so pleasurable
Of kiss, caress and cane.
DEAN S. READING
Shut your eyes and listen
Let this fantasy unwind,
I can't touch you with my body,
Let me touch you with my mind,
So many things I want to do,
So much inside my head,
So many people live their lives,
Their fantasies unsaid.
But I'm not like the others,
I really need to know,
When I ask about erotica,
How far will you go?
You're so enigmatic,
Tell me what you think,
Feel the heavy silence,
Let me take you to the brink.
Tell me, when you masturbate,
Is it me you see?
Is my name upon your lips,
When you're in ecstasy?
I dream I watch you making love,
A dark and sordid place,
And all the while you're fucking her,
Your eyes don't leave my face,
Would you like to watch me come?
There's nothing I would hide,
You can look but you can't touch me,
See my fingers slip inside.
My fantasies, like thunderstorms,
Are somehow tinged with fear,
I'm innocent and vulnerable,
I see it all so clear.
JANE RHAPSODY
There are veils that lift, there are bars that fall,
There are lights that beckon, and winds that call -
Good-bye!
There are hurrying feet, and we dare not wait,
For the hour is on us - the hour of Fate,
The circling hours of the flaming gate -
Good-bye - good-bye - good-bye!
Fair, fair they shine through the burning zone -
The rainbow gleams of a world unknown;
Good-bye!
And oh! to follow, to seek, to dare,
When, step by step, in the evening air
Floats down to meet us the cloudy stair!
Good-bye - good-bye - good-bye!
The cloudy stair of the Brig o'Dread
Is the dizzy path that our feet must tread -
Good-bye!
O children of Time - O Nights and Days,
That gather and wonder and stand at gaze,
And wheeling stars in your lonely ways,
Good-bye - good-bye - good-bye!
The music calls and the gates unclose,
Onward and onward the wild way goes -
Good-bye!
We die in the bliss of a great new birth,
O fading phantoms of pain and mirth,
O fading loves of the old green earth -
Good-bye - good-bye - good-bye!
T. W. ROLLESTON
To gild refined gold, to paint the lily,
To throw a perfume on the violet,
To smooth the ice, or add another hue
Unto the rainbow, or with taper-light
To seek the beauteous eye of heaven to garnish,
Is wasteful and ridiculous excess.
WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE
There is a tide in the affairs of men,
Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune;
Omitted, all the voyage of their life
Is bound in shallows and in miseries.
On such a full sea are we now afloat;
And we must take the current when it serves,
Or lose our ventures.
WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE
Being your slave,
What should I do but tend
Upon the hours and times of your desire?
I have no precious time at all to spend
Nor services to do 'till you require;
Nor dare I chide
The world-without-end hour
While I, my sovereign, watch the clock for you.
Nor think the bitterness of absence sour
When you have bid your servant once adieu;
Nor dare I question
With my jealous thought,
Where you may be or your affairs suppose,
But like a sad slave stay and think of nought
Save where you are.
So true a fool is love, that in your will,
Though you do anything, he thinks no ill.
WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE
Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove:
O no! it is an ever-fixed mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wandering bark,
Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle's compass come;
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error, and upon me proved,
I never write, nor no man ever loved.
WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE
Tantus Labor non sit cassus!
Why seek ye?
How seek ye?
Whence seek ye?
Verily It needs must be
Merrily
A-tuned
Within
each ear -
That all may hear
Glad calls
From yesteryear
And sweet delight
of sight
A concord held
Without -
Each moment's place
A movement called
A Dance of Grace!
EUANIE TIPPETT
By sucking you the wise, like bees, do grow
Healing and rich, though this they do most slow,
Because most choicely; for as great a store
Have we of books as bees of herbs, or more;
And the great task to try, then know, the good,
To discern weeds, and judge of wholesome food,
Is a rare scant performance. For man dies
Oft ere 'tis done, while the bee feeds and flies.
But you were all choice flowers; all set and dressed
By old sage florists, who well knew the best.
HENRY VAUGHAN
The dim blue-laced veins on either brow,
Neath the transparent skin meandering,
That with the silvery-leaved lily vied;
Her full dark eye, whose brightness glistened through
The sable lashes soft as camel-hair;
Her slanting head curved like the maiden moon
And hung with hair luxuriant as a vine
And blacker than a storm; her rounded ear
Turned like a shell upon some golden shore;
Her whispering foot that carried all her weight,
Nor left its little pressure on the sand;
Her lips as drowsy poppies, soft and red,
Gathering a dew from her escaping breath;
Her voice melodious, mellow, deep, and clear,
Lingering like sweet music in the ear;
Her neck o'ersoftened like to unsunned curd;
Her tapering fingers rounded to a point;
The silken softness of her veined hand;
Her dimpled knuckles answering to her chin;
And teeth like honeycombs o' the wilderness.
CHARLES JEREMIAH WELLS
The women everywhere throughout it sob with the curse
and the altars of Christ everwhere offer the grails.
Well are women warned from serving the altar
who by the nature of their creature, from Caucasia to Carbonek,
share with the Sacrifice the victimization of blood.
CHARLES WILLIAMS
My light thou art, without thy glorious sight
My eyes are darkened with eternal night;
My Love, thou art my way, my life, my light.
Thou art my way, I wander if thou fly;
Thou art my light, if hid, how blind am I!
Thou art my life, if thou withdraw'st I die.
Thou are my life; if thou but turn away,
My life's a thousand deaths. Thou art my way;
Without thee, Love, I travel not, but stray.
J. WILMOT, EARL OF ROCHESTER
1. EARTH MUSIC:
"The Buddhist Chant of Life"
Live for this moment only - Nothing else matters.
"OM MANI PADME HUM"
I invoke the path and experience of completeness
so that the unconscious part of my immortal mind
is open to the present moment and I am happy
by the breaking of all material bonds and horizons.
Ancient Mother! I hear you calling.
Ancient Mother! I hear your song.
Ancient Mother! I hear your laughter.
Ancient Mother! I taste your tears.
Did ever anyone tell you you were less than beautiful?
Did ever anyone tell you you were less than whole?
How could anyone fail to notice that your loving is a miracle,
And how closely you're connected to my Soul?
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You can't describe It in words - If you could describe 'It' in words, you would be describing something else. Tao
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