HypnoDreams III - Freedom
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The Wind Of Change
Ananga’s Notes On The Wind Of Change
I had a wonderful time recording the music for this track and have had some great personal experiences with it since. One day I was walking down the lane where I live with the Wind of Change playing on my headphones, when all of a sudden the wind really blew up, there were leaves swirling everywhere and the weather and the sounds went together perfectly, it was great and I found myself breathing it all in and walking through it with a big smile on my face.
Actually the Wind of Change always makes me smile, there’s a line in it that says: “Smile and close your eyes, and let your head fall back…” and I always do!
Now for my experience with recording the music.
I decided to follow Silvia’s words as closely as I could in quite a literal sense for this track. Usually, I’m less literal and will mark certain phrases with sounds and live instrumentation as I feel inclined, but the Wind of Change felt very much like the making of a painting from Silvia’s words and my music together.
The first thing I did for this track was find a recording of a real storm, one with some real howling winds and movement, which would build and then fade as Silvia began to speak, to mark the passing and changing of weather, seasons, life.
I picked up my flute and set a track to record and decided to record whatever I came up with, live and on the spot, with no prior thought of key or melody. I was quite surprised when I realised I was playing the flute melody from Heart healing, if you had asked me to play that it would have taken me a moment to recall it and remember the notes – but there it was just happening, so I went with it.
When I listened back I very much liked the idea of the heart healing flute coming out of a storm, for me it tied the last HypnoDreams album to this, it hinted of healing within storms and encouraged the feeling that we could pick up where we left off and move forward to the new :-)
I used a wide range of live instruments and percussion for this track, along with some sweeping synthesised sounds from the Atmosphere Dream Synth module, a favourite of mine.
Silvia’s Notes On The Wind Of Change
Our emotions, our experiences, our lives are like the weather.
We get dramatic thunder storms, beautiful calm sunsets; bright blue summer skies and freezing mists; drenching downpours and sultry hot nights.
It is in the change itself that life manifests itself; you know what happens to places where it never rains, or always rains – neither is a good thing. Change is what makes it all work, what is required to give the balance and the even flow of life.
The Wind of Change is a celebration of change, of things to come and an invitation to step into that everlasting flow of change from one thing to another, from one moment to the next, and find nourishment and sustenance in all and any unfoldment of life.
The Text: 01 – Wind of Change
The Wind Of Change
the first light flutterings
the lightest touch
the first and smallest movement
there is a sense of listening -
it is coming.
You are not imagining this.
You are not mistaken.
You know, of course you do
in parts that know such things
that no matter where,
no matter when,
or just how far away
it may have been,
it has begun
and it is coming.
Smile and close your eyes,
led your head fall back
and draw the sharp clear air
into your nostrils now
You can really think
that you can smell it -
glacier clear and bright
for it has travelled over
snowy mountain tops
where nothing moved for centuries
or so it seemed -
the wind of change
it took the spirit and enfolded it,
it took the messages
the mountain rocks
and ice threw high aloft
and carries them within
and then the scent of forests,
pine and blue skies overhead,
the sunlight so direct and honest,
nothing there between a one
and the creator, nothing
to preclude a view so far and sweeping
over elder forests and the silver rivers,
and each one gives blessing
and gives greetings
to the wind of change.
And so it travels over oceans
tastes the blue and green
and gold of secret sandy coves,
the feather wing brush touches
of the palm trees swaying,
dancing tropic rhythms
and all this is coming now,
there is no need for you or me
to move at all,
extend your senses far and wide
and make us ready to receive
the wind of change,
for it will come and bring with it
the scents and tastes
of foreign markets, foreign fruit,
rich with spices and desires,
night blue desert skies
and songs that were already ancient when
the ancient ones did sit and listen,
and they watched
the whirling stars above.
Oh what riches will be ours
when we can rise
and meet the wind of change
wide open and accepting,
dressed in clothes of billowing white –
like fisher's nets,
like webs we spread ourselves
we spread our wings
to let the wind of change pass through us,
tell us of the splendours
it has brought and share its riches,
share its wealth with us who
waited for this moment to arrive –
we knew that it would come
and never truly did abandon
our sense that we were right to think
that it would come in our direction.
And of course,
of course we knew that it would come ...
... and here it comes ...
The wind of change
and all its eons worth of riches
and of unimaginable feelings,
of sensations silk upon your living skin,
the softest angel wing
across your cheek and neck,
the light of all the stars
is softly streaming to your eyes
and wisdom white is entering your web of life,
as whispering now turns to rushing
and delight is rising, lifting you
and you are riding on a wave of life and love,
a wild reality of beauty
as you never thought you could conceive –
A wave of here and now,
so wide it sweeps across the universe
and carries you as well as all there is
and all you need to do is
be here and remain here
for enlivenment and life itself is here,
enough for all and shared by all,
the wind of change is here
© Silvia Hartmann 2003
Ananga’s Notes On Freedom
What can I say! Freedom I just love, and I use it often, sometimes when I’m flagging and a bit tired, sometimes when I get up and am ready to set a positive and lively frame for my day. And sometimes just for the sheer joy of dancing round my kitchen to Pia’s incredible vocals and my mad drumming.
Recording the music for Freedom was pure fun and pleasure, it took a few days to get it right and that meant I got to hear Silvia’s vocal magic probably a hundred times, how did I feel at the end of that – just listen to the last few minutes of this track and you’ll have a pretty accurate idea!
Silvia had some very neat ideas for this track such as having me whisper “freedom” in English and German and swirl and pan it around the track as if the words are being carried on the wind.
When Pia came to the studio to record the vocals we had a fantastic time, she was asked to really go for it and “cry freedom” and she did! After one particularly heartfelt and enlivened take we both burst out laughing, later when I went to make the final mix of this track I found Pia’s laughter had been recorded as she was still right by the microphone – so I left it there :-)
For Freedom I used live hand drums such as the Turkish doumbek drum, traditionally used in belly dancing, Indian bamboo and western classical flutes, live bass guitar, electric guitar phrases played in an ethnic chromatic style, and various other percussive instruments.
Silvia’s Notes On Freedom
A long time ago, I was thinking of writing a trance dance CD for people to exercise with.
But when I looked more closely at people’s energy bodies, I saw with great sadness that they weren’t ready to dance yet.
Dancing is something you do when you’re healthy, when you’re joyous, then it comes naturally.
As long as you’re still burdened with all sorts, in pain from all sorts, and tired and depressed, dancing cannot be anything else than yet another chore, something you “should be doing”, like losing weight or getting fit, only you don’t have the energy and you don’t have the heart for it.
What good can THAT do?
No good at all.
So, first of all, let’s take off those shoes!
In Freedom, we go and get a bath for the energy system, a very special release and relief from old entrainments and reversals that hold us back, and we regain the freedom of our movements.
When we’re ready, THEN we have a beach party, and we can celebrate our newfound freedom with joy and our friends who have found their joy of freedom too.
The Text: 3/02 – Freedom
Now, first of all,
we're going to take off our shoes.
Not only these, but indeed,
all the shoes you have ever worn,
across your life and all your lives -
let's take them all off.
And not just that
but even all and every
memory is now relieved
from deep inside your feet themselves,
every blister, every sore and every injury
which still retains its shadow
loosens bubbles up
and is released
as we begin to walk now forward
on a softly sanded beach
where land and sea
and you and me all meet -
where bubbling sprightly little waves
wash to the shore
here it is we learn to walk once more.
Afresh as new
and every light and tingling contact,
welcome laughs the lively water
and your feet flex forward eagerly
from every greeting to the next,
the buoyant fine refreshing water
helping now to clear away
all those weary remnants
which once did reside inside your skin
your very flesh and bone,
and then beyond and there as well
the matrix clears with wonder
and there's a hunger building
as you can sense and feel and know
your feet refreshed rejuvenated
that the rest of you
would love this too,
has hungered for such clearing,
lifting, for such resolution and has waited -
oh so long!
for the burdens to be taken,
for finally to be released ...
Let's move into the summer surf,
a little deeper
on the sweetly sandy floor beneath
that does extend for many miles
and as your ankles
and your calves are now embraced,
it is as though
an armour first is washed away
and then you really feel the loving touch
of the soft vibrant sparkling water,
oh, how alive it is!
Alive it is and
ah, it wants to come and play with you!
and in return you move on forward, swiftly deeper,
yearning now for this release
and inviting it to come to you
and lovingly embrace your knees and thighs
and from inside your legs
there is that pressure too now - YES!
I want to clear away the hurts and pains
and all those shards
that never did belong to me!
I want to come to life again this day
and I will do so eagerly and readily
join in this freeing
of the shackles and the memories of old,
step out into the new alive,
refreshed and in perfection -
and in a loving deep embrace
to which you dissolve completely,
you move forward faster,
eager now to let your buttocks
and your genitals be freed and
oh, it feels so good,
such a relief, such a release,
complete acceptance and entire freedom
as the oldest, deepest hurts
begin to soften
and to flow away,
to bubble up from deep inside
your deepest structure and beyond beyond,
there are no words to thank creation for this blessing,
for this benediction
and at last you understand
as you release the last restraints -
dive into the water,
dive inside with hunger and volition
for all of you deserves to now be healed
of all your lifetimes hurts and chafing pains
from the constrictions
from the grating yokes
and from the chains of slavery and servitude,
the manacles of hatred and of domination -
wash then away!
And the bright and sparkling water laughs
and kisses your skin,
flows loving touches all across you,
all about you, strokes your hair,
each part of you
in perfect jubilation and in joy -
you dive and soar
you spiral fly and reach out wide
you breathe and love
until you simply float so still -
So much compassion
and such joy
that on this day,
you did reclaim your self
and took it on your self
to free your body,
free it now at last -
and only now,
© Silvia Hartmann 2003
Ananga’s Notes On Creativity
What does that word mean? :-)
This track was produced by Silvia, she had very clear directives for what was required here and had me do things musically that I had never done before – nor would have dreamed of doing for that matter. It is now one of my all time favourite HypnoDreams and at each listening I’m glad that I broke into new territory for it was certainly required.
Silvia’s Notes On Creativity
Over the years, I have had much experience of creativity and with creative people.
You could say that creativity is a bit of a speciality of mine, and definitely the very wellspring of all my work, and the delight of my life.
I believe that creativity is an act of freedom, an expression of freedom and existence when we have arrived at a place where we know we have a right to be here.
It is then that we get to look around, open those “other eyes” and see for ourselves just how wonderful creation is.
When we do that as a part of that creative order, we can’t help but sing and dance in celebration. Words and images and movements and songs MUST pour from us that honour the creative order, it can’t be any other way.
And that to me has always been TRUE creativity. Not coming up with something that wasn’t there before, but telling the story of one single individual’s experiences with the creative order in one’s own words, in one’s own voice, in one’s own way.
That is the extraordinary newness and radical contribution that only one individual can ever make, and that is GUARANTEED to be new, fresh, bright and immensely “creative”.
And all that is such heavy duty stuff, it sounds and feels so heavy, and the creative order isn’t like that at all. It is beautiful, delightful and so light, singing and dancing in every way, it is full of joy and laughter. For this reason I appended “Sweet Lights” to this induction on creativity, to swoop us up and out about into the realms where thoughts become songs, or paintings, or perhaps even new existences that resonate their creator.
The Text: 3/03 – Creativity (incl. Sweet Lights)
What does that word mean?
The activity of creating - creating what?
Creating something out of nothing,
taking a cloud in the sky
and shaping it until
it has the face of a man
who is yet to be born
and has never been before?
Taking a handful of star dust
and making it into
a small ash tray
of a pleasing and unusual shape
or perhaps it is
even better than that –
you float gently into
the midst of nowhere,
where the stars
are very sparse indeed
and all is black and oh!
so restful quiet.
And there, in nowhere,
you who are nothing
for how else you could exist,
with your nothing hands
you take the nothing
and you make the nothing
into something that arises
from within where no-one knew
quite how to be,
to do or even then,
to ask what else,
how different indeed -
well that’s the question,
don’t you think?
And after all of that,
and if you now were to hear
a whisper and it told you
carefully in measured tones
of blue sobriety
that first before you start
and wonder how you would
create at all,
it might be wise
to give some notion
as to what it is
you wish to have become
and waver rainbow gentle
until it well descends
all through the levels
and in doing so
becomes a little realer
with each passing thought,
each passing heartbeat
of a living heart.
And still, the question must remain.
If you were the creator,
what would you create?
Angles white and midnight blue
would gently stand
and rainbow hue enfolded,
they might tell you
of the distant shores
of times beyond times
of places beyond places
of minds beyond minds
of regions and domains
above, beyond, below
of all there is,
What would you create
that isn’t here?
How can you create a something
knowing not what is already
waiting for your
exploration and delight
and your dismay for
not all you have been told
is quite as you might find
if you were now to go and seek
a time to travel there,
than you ever have before.
You are asking the impossible.
It is true that as the dusk falls
and light is dimming lightly,
outlines softening and all is
slowing, stilling, falling silent
and just before the night
reveals to you how vast
that it is already there,
that is already
When the universe was created,
it was not a seed.
All of it was created instantly.
The then, the now, the what’s to come
all of it, all at once.
Creation has happened.
The end of time has happened too
and all that lies between.
Everything is already there
and here comes the confusion
that is holding many still in
bitter struggle and in desperation.
You cannot create anything new.
There is nothing new.
You cannot be anything new
for even if you should create a new,
this new was there right from
this new was there right from the dawn
to end of time, already there
So leave your futile attempts
and instead of trying to compete
with the creator
wake up and begin
to navigate the universe itself
It has indeed, all the questions
to all your answers - you do not
have to spend your life in futile
pursuit as to try and make them
Wandering amongst the stars,
I saw a small dis-illusion
whirling slowly and in shadow night
Sweet light sobriety
encompassed me with fervour
and it spoke and said,
really you should take care of that.
I took it gently by the astral moments
and I sighed it into soft acceptance
of my touch and it was glad
that I was there.
It melted to me and I stroked it
loving nesting here to me,
do come, my little one,
I have the time and space for you
You need not fear the wells
of nevermore for they in truth
are nothing more than ever widening
loving touches in a
place where nothing seems to be
as bright as single suns
and blue flared stars,
there to the right
we see another momentary wonder
starfall streaking bright
and hold on tight!
We slide the ever down yet there’s no end
and it is not until we have descended
for a thousand years that we
begin to understand
how marvellous it was
to finally be freed from all that’s horizontal
and that made the limit of the right and wrong
of tale or song
and ordered to the endless
what seemed to be so fearful
and yet starblessed
if only we had known
what up and down would be,
the lesson graves and gravity
mistakenly imbued and dragged along
instead of sweet remembrance
and the now of clarity -
and angels at my back,
in my hair.
© Silvia Hartmann 2004
04 – Timelines
Ananga’s Notes On Timelines
Timelines really did just fall into place, I found exactly the sounds I wanted for it and had a spontaneous idea at the end to record a few phrases on my keyboard for the closing bars which Silvia and I both really liked.
However, there was one strangeness that occurred with timelines and that was that one of the crystalline sounds that I used got messed with during the encoding of the test track I sent to Silvia as an mp3. I was not aware of this until the next day – the studio master sounded fine to me so I made the mp3 and sent it and thought no more of it. The next morning I decided to listen to it as I was getting set up for the day’s recording and was horrified to hear that there was something going on that sounded like a Darlek being dragged across a rough surface going on that was definitely not there in the studio mix! I called Silvia immediately and will never forget the relief in her voice, nor how we laughed afterwards – she thought I’d lost the plot and that HypnoDreams from that day forth were doomed!
Silvia’s Notes On Timelines
I have heard much talk over the years of time”lines”, linear “paths in life”, and often found the limitations of such ideas about an individual’s collected experiences and actions across time and space and all the many dimensions through which we travel, as we must.
One night, during a Project Sanctuary meditation, I had an experience of colour and real beauty, and I got a different idea of what timelines may be and how they work.
This evocation/meditation is the result of that; I find it very soothing, personally, and very freeing, too.
The Text: 3/04 – TimeLines
Swiftly, I fly forward,
towards my future
and behind me
lies my life
a sweeping bridal train
of multicoloured silks,
spread out behind me
each strand of weave
a sound I heard,
a feeling or a sight I saw,
a (forward) thought I made.
I see it looping wide
and brilliant bright,
it flows amongst the stars,
my pathway I create anew,
it streams from me,
from my shoulders
streams from my heels
my cloak of endless angel wings
to paint my passage
into all that is
so that it may
I am entranced
by its great beauty
but in truth,
my heart lies elsewhere -
I turn around to face
my realms of truth,
the stars await,
as I move forward,
fly towards the future,
as I dive and soar
towards the stars.
© Silvia Hartmann 2003
05 – Our Dimension
Ananga’s Notes On Our Dimension
Possibly the most challenging thing I’ve ever worked on to date. I really did not know where to begin with Our Dimensions, but once I got the mood of it I decided to make the music very trance inducing. I know that I succeeded because when Pia came to record some vocals for us she turned from the microphone and asked “Is this slowing down?”. I assured her it wasn’t but she had to ask again five minutes later.
Our Dimensions is one of my deep relaxation and enticing journey favourites, to take flight in my imagination and rest and restore after hours in front of my computer.
Our Dimensions is mainly keyboards based using some real percussive samples with effects applied to make them move and come to life.
Silvia’s Notes On Our Dimension
Alright, I give up!
This is one of these most classic HypnoDreams, in the classic HypnoDreams tradition of, “Sock it to me, unconscious mind, show me something that we didn’t even knew we should be contemplating!”
I got up one morning, it was sunny and early spring, and felt compelled to pick up a piece of paper and a pen and wrote “Our Dimensions”.
I remember feeling completely exhausted but also absolutely delighted and exhilarated when it was done; I phoned a friend and said, “I don’t know what I’ve just written, but my goodness, it is amazing!”
The feelings and sensations I had on “channelling” this event were unheard of. The sequence involving the giant fish skeletons and deserts turning to underwater gardens was of the depth and quality of a full on LSD trip and I was terrified when I came back that my hands had stopped writing somewhere there – but they hadn’t.
Also, and if ever you fancy challenging your diction and delivery, try that sequence about the young suns. It’s one of the hardest things, if not just simply the hardest I’ve ever spoken or broadcast energetically.
This is a really challenging track from every angle, from the energies evoked to the images and ideas, and the emotions it calls and disperses again; perhaps it is a kind of “multi gym” for the totality mind to have some fun with and to flex our multi-dimensional wings for once.
I certainly enjoy this one most tremendously!
The Text: 3/05 – Our Dimensions
can we say this morning,
that can't be said before,
that has not
been said before,
that wants to sing and dance
like magic should,
for dancing is its very nature
that is why you cannot win
if you confine it into symbols
heavy with metal,
heavy with age.
Light on your feet must you be,
light is the guide,
responding to sound
with such alacrity,
With superb sensitivity,
That's how its done, my friend!
This evil gravity and dominance,
the hierarchies and all that jazz,
oh dear oh dear!
Forget it all, and let
the weight of ages,
simply slide away
from your rounded shoulders, rounded back,
from your rounded minds
all weary they are,
all heavy and close to exploding
with anger at the wrongness of it all!
Sing and dance!
Twist like dolphins do,
and spin, for the joy of it
and nothing more,
and watch the zebra
being taken by a lion,
and that's a dance as well with partners two,
we watch the dance of life,
and not until we can appreciate
its beauty everywhere,
in bone and maggot,
in the newborn souls and clouds alike
is that our dance begins in earnest,
and in earnest means in joy
and full of light deliverance.
Whenever I stand
at the edge of time and space,
at the beautiful waves that lie beyond,
I wonder why the flying
is just such a challenge,
such a most enormous undertaking
and more than all combined,
I know that this is such
a purely human judgement
and I wonder why I still believe
in such incompetence.
But you must laugh.
Blue is eternity,
and more than that,
It beckons us all
at every step,
at every moment
and the distant wide horizons
with such beautiful
and incandescent graduations
that to simply turn and fall
and without gravity
would be a deeply held release at last -
here lies exactly what I wanted all along,
to know the depth and breadth of my endeavour,
and if I wanted to explore
the meanings of the colours
and of ultraviolet, it would
come to me quite naturally, of course -
Forward and to the left
is a dance step.
It's the first step on the journey
from which there can be no return
and oh did I once yearn
to have it be this way!
That I might see this way,
this way of beauty and of true endeavour,
leading me nowhere at all
but in the act of falling to myself
I find a resolution,
I find my wide awakening
and ceremony of cleansing
all the stuck on madness is resolving,
blasted high and wide
for how could such a thing be
Like purest winds of blue
and cold but gold
and vibrant all the same,
the rushing takes
the debris far away from me
and lets it scatter, shatter -
the purer I become,
the purer do the notes and sounds
become in turn
as I am nothing but an instrument,
the instrument of voice
through which the oldest story must be told
and it is true that I am old,
but old is black
and young is white
and light is not what you might think;
to feel it like you feel the sun is never that,
for suns are young
and know the difference not
of light and heat and fire bright
and this is right for they do light the night
and set our worlds alight
with fire and with life
as is their task and resolution.
Cheer them wildly, cheer them mildly,
cheer the children of the universe
in their first becoming and their youthful innocence!
And in the interim it is achieved -
perfection and affectionate involvement lies aside
and so the song is ever purer, ever clearer -
loud enough that we may hear.
Remember the sea,
remember the earth
remember the sky
and remember the soaring -
all things are
as once I knew them
in every way, so intimately!
And then there is that thing
I said to you that night,
that I will take you,
bring you in
and I will make you beg
to stop the joy and the delight,
I will turn
the most finely tuned
so that you scream and writhe
for simply having now perceived
a touch of feather wind across your brow.
your tears are rivers seeking elder deserts
where the skeletons of giant fish proclaim
this was once an ocean
and needs to be again
to raise the seeds
asleep beneath the dust and sand
to life once more,
deep underwater flowers,
creatures like you well remember
but you never knew
and kingdoms, singing kingdoms
life abounds and fills the void –
Oh my saviour,
and yes you are,
for your life,
for mine and theirs
and all of old and new together,
feel and cry and laugh
for as the sounds rise from your throat
and spiral from your perfect mouth,
your shell smooth lips are shaping spheres
and folding fountains bright,
and angels come
for they are borne this way,
and swoop and flutter
into our dimension.
© Silvia Hartmann 2004
06 – Forward To The New
Ananga’s Notes On Forward To The New
Forward to the New has become a catch phrase around here. There is such an enticement to be found in this track to really just let it all go and step forward, open and inviting to the new.
This was another track that had a profound effect on me due to the repeated listening while working with it.
I used the Atmosphere Dream Synthesiser here with some percussive sounds that I used with effects and panning to support the mood of levity and forward momentum.
Silvia’s Notes On Forward To The New
At this point, we were going on for five years of HypnoDreams. A full trilogy, three albums nearly completed.
It was such a wondrous journey, and we learned so much.
To say, ok, that’s last one, ever, was a very brave thing to do, and a very difficult thing to do.
To be honest, Ananga and I could have gone on to make HypnoDreams forever.
Happily, and gladly.
But there comes a time when you have to turn around and look forward to the new.
There comes a time when you ask yourself, is there something else? Something new? And will I ever get there if I continue to do the same old things in the same old way?
There comes a time when the desire for the new, the unknown, becomes ever more burning, delicious, and no matter how good and satisfying the old may have been, it is the dream of what lies beyond that gives one the purpose and the power to let go and move forward.
The truth of the universe is that all is movement, and all is a never ending forward moving caravan – constant evolution from one thing to next, always change, always.
This is the first principle of nature and all else is an illusion.
We should not fear this, but instead, embrace it wholeheartedly and instead of dragging up against the old fears and old memories, actively move into our rightful time and order and just go forward, because at the end of the day we can do no else.
Dance into the future, don’t be dragged there kicking and screaming.
Thank you, HypnoDreams. It was a fantastic trip.
But now, we go ...
Forward to the new ...
The Text: 3/06 – Forward To The New
Can you stretch that far, I wonder?
Can you reach
and flex your consciousness
and let it rise
from all the cages of entrainment
and let is gently weave from side to side
so sweetly disengage
you sway away
from all that grave’n gravity
so rise with me
experience the lightness
in this state of being
as you become
it is action,
active stepping out again and yet again
the tethers of the crystalline
brush them off like cobwebs
and we just simply keep our eyes
affixed upon the new and bright
although we cannot quite
perceive just how
we have no idea
just how it is to be –
There is always forward
a forward sense,
a forward movement
lean into the forward movement
and you feel the pulse
and there it is –
Your freedom lies in
riding with this wave
this wave behind, beneath
but we, we keep our focus
forward, forward to the new
It is cool and lightly tingling!
It is drawing, calling you
and calling me to life, to new
sensations on our skin, our tongues,
beneath our finger tips
our eyes must surely widen
at those many splendoured things and beings
we have never seen before
and in our seeing
they widen and enrich
our very worlds
and they in turn
become a part
of the rising,
of the wave,
we keep our focus forward,
forward to the new.
And the others fly as well
we swoop and dive
in laughing love of recognition
oh! so lightly here and there
together and the more who come
and join us,
still the stronger does the wave become
which buoys us, lifts us,
gives us wings
and beautiful it feels
and we, we keep our focus forward,
forward to the new.
There is no past,
there's only us
and all the universe
has there to give,
the splendour and the diamond dimensions
flow through us,
make us new and newer still,
we are the history itself,
we are the tapestry of life
we are the dream
and we are here and now
so wide awake
so full of glow
we keep our focus ever forward,
forward to the new.
© Silvia Hartmann 2004
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