Jesus

YHWAH your name no vowels

Blessed are the poor in spirit theirs is the kingdom
of heaven.
Blessed are they that mourn they shall be comforted.
Blessed are the meek they shall inherit the earth.
Blessed are they that hunger and thirst after
righteousness they shall be filled.
Blessed are the merciful they shall obtain mercy.
Blessed are the pure in heart they shall see God.
Blessed are the peacemakers they shall be called
sons of God.
Blessed are they that have been persecuted for
righteousness theirs is the kingdom of heaven.
Blessed are ye when men shall reproach you,
and persecute you, and say all manner of evil
against you falsely, for my sake.
Rejoice, and be exceeding glad great is your reward
in heaven for they persecuted the prophets before you.
Ye are the salt of the earth but if the salt have lost
its savor, it is thenceforth good for nothing,
but to be cast out and trodden under foot of men.
Ye are the light of the world.
A city set on a hill cannot be hid.
Do men light a lamp, and put it under the bushel,
but on the stand ; and it shines to all that are in the house.
Even so let your light shine before men, that they may
see your good works, and glorify your Father which is in heaven.
Think not that I came to destroy the law or the prophets
I came not to destroy, but to fulfill.

Torture Death and Longing

Let me soar beyond this plane
to visit the inside of reality
Let me walk with the elements
The chief gave me this name
Moves Fire Woman and said
make a shield for Ireland

The blade nicked my finger
I watched the drops fall
across the painted canvas
fox appeared and then bear
these are stories of spirit
I flew the shield to Ireland
found the tail of a red fox

Tell the Truth

Take the perfect moment and relay it
my life has been so sound so real
so visible thank you great spirit
for giving me the gift of life to
come here yet again to stand for
FREEDOM FREEDOM FREEDOM FREEDOM

They put me in jail for trees
They put me in a mental ward
They forced drugged me asleep
They sectioned me under 28(1)
They let me know their power
They have no idea of my power

Three men at the door in Tofino

We had posted for sale signs
dreaming of land else where
they arrived Saturday Morning
early before breakfast coffee
meeting them in the yard I
assumed they were real estate
until one's jacket flew back
revealing a holstered weapon
of death startled I demanded
his name his company badge
it read Nanaimo detachment
RCMP,no name there I asked
for more,he produced a card
a photograph and an initial
what does the P stand for he
said Paul,I turned to man 2
who are you I asked- immigration
you are a nurse from N Ireland
you have been ten years now
oh I asked and can you tell me the
color of my bedroom wallpaper

Handcuffed

The judge ordered me removed from his court
out of his presence I was taken by the arm
in the hallway the brown suited guard mangled
both my arms into handcuffs I screamed loudly
three times I screamed a loud warrior roar
two guards appeared in the elevator demanding
me to enter I said "What me a woman handcuffed
get into this elevator with you two men No"
Again I am manhandled into the elevator
taken to the basement and escorted down a
long dark hallway to a desk behind stood
another brown suit and a big tough woman
I said "Take these handcuffs of me I am not
a criminal" He sniggered my wife likes them
I sank into my soul and sang a sweet refrain

Temple

Holy sacred sounds emanate from deep inside
becoming a channel of peace crying the song
of past sufferings down thru time to now.
Behind me stand generations of old ones
long gone into the sea of souls again
life is a breath in and out deep and long
I long to be free to soar beyond this
body suite and yet here I am breathing
here I am in the flesh to experience
the feel of gentle warm wind the
glorious sensation of cold water on skin
the sight of the morning stars filling
the sky oh glorious earth thank you
oh giant mother thank you and father sky
you are my beloved parents and I your child

Ancient Hag

Once I flew to Belfast to give solace to a man in intensive care
" All healing lies with you and you can heal your broken body"
Later that afternoon he had a nightmare dream and screamed loud
He said an old hag appeared at his bedside and scared him awake
She was bent and had the face of a hawthorn bush like no other
He said she came from deep in the land to his bed and woke him
"All healing lies within your own soul son -mend your own bones"

Charles Ferris took my watch and held it close to read vibrations
"Your a very old soul" he said "I see men around you dying"
I thought of my brother Norman and my brother Noel and all my
other brothers dying and wondered why am I here,who am I
Oh Charles I said "I don't want to be old,I want to be young"
"That is your dilemma daughter, your self is like a bicycle
wheel,the center is your soul,the spokes your life and journey
you have to center your journey with the purpose of your soul
become one with that deep well of your existence by meditation"

Visiting New York

From war torn Belfast I fled in September
landing into a humid sweltering heat
Hot air rose from the city sewers
Yellow cabs darted horns honking
I could hear singers sing ancient
aires of celebration for the millions
who arrived before on starvation ships
I met the same person on the street
two days in a row and thought New York
its just a big village and I laughed
I embraced every nook and cranny
I asked endless directions to thirty
third street just to hear the sound


They became my family the whole city
They helped me forget the bullets
Forget the bombing the blood the gore
The nightmare of my daily life before
the universe presented me with a gift
New York welcomed me with open arms
Gave me shelter from the storm
I was alone but never lonely there
Oh my New York how I love thee still

Saturday Market on Denman Island

She approaches my table and speaks
She suffers from great sorrow
She was in New York on September
She was a block from the twin towers
She had tears in her heart telling
She lost one of her students then
She was told to get out of New York
She needed to reconnect to the earth
She suffered from physical torture
She suffered from emotional torture
She would be haunted for some time
She breathed in the ashes of metal
She breathed in a thousand deaths
She was a teacher a healer a mother
She was in New York on September 11th

911 911

Sitting at my desk on that fair morning
my window brought death massive death
overcome into hell I leap to escape
falling I am falling into the light
of the fresh air around me swirling
beyond normal I am free at last free

He looks across to the window opposite
sees people falling to their death
he orders everyone out out now out
down the stairwell fleeing death
survival mode kicks in real strong
get out get out get out get out out
smells sights sounds forever impinged
on each mind seared into unconscious
in Canada we watch on our television
far away from sound sight and smell
well maybe not from sight we are all
victims of that morning in New York

Leaders in command spring to action
nothing is working the systems jams
there are four thousand planes flying
how many pilots are on suicide missions
forty five planes are diverted to Canada
all passenger planes are grounded now
he phones his wife to tell her bad news
fight back fight back save these people
Jesus Mary and Joesph this day of hell
brought to the heart and minds of America
Condalessa stays real cool a level headed
woman in command position she thinks clear
thoughts she is no dummy and she acts from
her heart centered core place of reason

The towers fell on 411 emergency workers
over two thousand office workers die
in the roar of that hell fire devil
Jesus Mary and Joesph some survived
their stories are printed on our hearts
the ones who died we will never know
only the survivors can speak it for us
miracles happened and a thousand heroes
rose that day to help each other live
Unless you were there you can only imagine
Jesus Allah Buddha all the names great spirit
goes by were invoked that day and all people
became of one mind one heart and one soul

Rising with the Yogi Masters

The nectar of dawn calls me forth
to contemplate my breath of being
in the temple of peace and gentleness
I open my heart and connect with all
its in the breath you know all of it
sat nam oh sat nam I feel you deep
Ram Das you leaned the secrets well
with your long flowing black beard
contemplation of the nirvana of life
the breath slows the chatter of mind
the breath holds the oneness of being

standing on the brink

Between these worlds my pen pens thoughts
between these breaths my fingers hit buttons
Where did I learn that love was about hate
where did I go wrong on my eternal journey
I love the space between us more than any
those times when I am free to be just me
we burn bliss some days and other karma
at the end of it all I have only myself heart
my one true kind sympathetic heart for you
you my sunshine you my rain and moments
last night I gave up the fight for your life
in dreamtime I saw you nameless faceless
torturing me with cool clear calculated eye
is she dead yet you said to someone else
I am the queen of Scotland you are not
I will breathe freedom and never give in
this sacred soul of mine is eternal forever

There will be days like this

My beloved Van Morrison turned sixty five yesterday
May he only become younger as he turns older
May his heart be full as all the songs he penned
May his sacred sainted heart be beating strong
May the green celtic ray protect this whole earth