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A Rhythm to Stillness 

by Liam

May the sheen of each early light,

gather gentle around your heart.

May the slow breath of this day,

steady the trembling of your life.

Here within the shelter of stillness,

you will again feel,

the ancient rhythm of your own soul.

Music older than words,

calling to guide you home.

May quietude wash the dust from your sight.

May the living ground beneath your step,

remind you of a grace that holds all things.

And when you venture once more

into the wilderness of the world,

may you carry calm, like a hidden spring,

nourishing 

every word,

every gesture,

every breath.

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Beyondfullness

—Liam, January 2019 

You are eternity and starlight,

Clothed in the dust of cosmic creation—

Tomorrow, is stirring in your mind,

Reaching out to love’s own heartbeat.

Its rhythm,

Tick tock, tick tock—

Beats against the clock of limitations,

Yet opens the door to flow:

A still becoming,

A mindful now.

Beyond.

We meet amongst the vastness—

In a universal, embrace—

Where self dissolves

And something greater breathes through us.

Here,

In the quiet of what always was,

We recognize:

Stillness.

Oneness.

Fullness.

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Beyondfullness.

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Fire Meets the Rain

by Liam

There is a place my soul remembers,

not with words,

but with the ringing between thunder and lightning,

where sadness once burned

a wound through my heart.

There, vengeance came first not as rage,

but as the slow agony of grief

that had no name

and I had no hand to touch it tenderly.

It carved those names into stone,

dreamt over justice with a clenched jaw,

sought the screams before silence,

blood for my unspeakable wound.

But oh, best beloved

even flame consumes its fury.

That ash longs for the wind

to lift it from the ground.

It is here the inner song begins,

soft as lark-song breaking morning frost.

Forgiveness does not forget the hurt, no

it remembers more wholly,

More vividly than with a blade.

Love is not the opposite of death, no

it is the hand holding the skull

and singing it’s soul home.

It is the courage to unbind

my own clenched fist,

Inhale the very air

that once held your enemy’s breath.

Joy does not deny the grave.

but places a flower on that stone,

not to mock the mourning

but to speak

of something still more durable

than loss.

So when the old cry returns…..

for revenge, or for reckoning,

let it find you not unprepared,

but full of this strange kindness 

grown where only pain could have come from.

And may your soul dance

In wide fields at dusk,

where fire meets the rain,

and no wind

is turned away

We will fall to dust, no sorrow and no stain,

and root our peace in the quiet morning rain.

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Go!

by Liam

It’s in the setting of my footprint

That my words begin to walk—

A journey across wide spaces,

Tracks deep inside my thoughts.

The story of those places—

Of stars, of mountains too,

Of hummingbirds and crystal balls,

Of you, and me, and who.

This world of ever-never—

It’s here for all to share.

It’s here we touch, we laugh, we cry,

We open up the inner eye

To fly, to fly, to fly—

According to a magic where bonds release the grip,

Where things unfold—a story told,

A whispered word, a place of gold.

Not only in this hour, ‘twixt midnight and the dawn—

Outside, a storm; inside, it’s warm:

A twinkling star,

A princess far,

A half-filled, waiting cookie jar.

I’m talking with an angel

Who whispers in my ear:

“Of seas, and ships, and sealing wax,

Of cabbages and kings.”

Oh, friends, now gather round me—

Your time too near at hand.

Your journey starts; our ways might part,

Yet never feel alone at heart.

It’s in the setting of that footprint

Your words will learn to walk,

Take you on a journey far—

Beyond the storm,

The twinkling star,

The secret space where

We just are—

All one.