for Jay Ramsay
by Julia Woodman

And the world
will be born again
in circles of steaming breath
and beams of light
as each one of us directs
our inner eye
upon its name.

Hear the cry of wings
the sigh of leaves and grass.
Smell the new
sweet mist rising
as the pathway is cleared at last.

Stones stand ready -
they have known
since ages and ages ago
that they were not alone.
Water carries the planet’s energy
into skies and down
to earth and bones.

The cold parts steadily
as we come together,
bodies and hearts warm,
hands tingling.
We are silent
but our eyes are singing.

We look, we feel, we know
we trust each other’s souls
we have no need to speak.
Not now,
but later, when the time is right,
the name will ring
within the iron core
of each other’s listening
and the very earth’s being.

Every creature,
every plant, will hear it calling -
tolling like a bell,
a sound we’ve always felt
but never dared to hope
to hear reverberating -
true, at last, at every level
of existence.

The poets come together
to open the intimate center.
in life and air -
breathe the light itself
for these
are the energies and rhythms
that we need
to see
to touch, to reach,
to identify
to say
the NAME.

Colours on your skin
fuse and dissolve -
leave the river clean
for pure space and time
to enter and flow in.
We all become
one fluid stream
of stillness and motion,
of flaring thought
pulses discovering
weird pools and twists within
where darkness hides
from the flames in our eyes
but will not snare us.

We probe deeper still
journeying towards a unity
which will be
more RAW and yet also
more formed
than anything spoken
or written before.

Our fragile bodies
fall away
and the trees
and the roots of trees
guide us -
lead us away
from the faces
we remember
seeing each day
in the mirror -
into an ocean
of dreams
seething with warmth,
where the beginning
is REAL,

And the world is born again
in circles of steaming breath
and beams of light.

An ache -
a signal -
a trembling moment -
the time is right
to say the name.

We sing as one whole
voice of the universal
all the words, the names
of every tiny thirsting thing
and they ring
out together as one
one energy
one sense
one vibration
one breath.
And the world listens,
beats, shines, glows -

by Julia Woodman


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