Spirit Calling

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Do you hear the voices calling,
Calling, calling?

Can you feel their spirits falling,
Falling, falling?

For the connection with their love is fleeting,
Fleeting, fleeting;

And the time has come to be meeting,
Meeting, meeting

Calling, falling,
Fleeting, meeting
This time is ours to rise

Rising, rising in resistance
Crying, crying with persistence

Our time is now
Our peace is now
Spirit calls us now

©SpiritLed 2017

Ancient Mother

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Ancient mother lives within,
Spinning up the tales of our soul,
Planting the seeds of future ideations,
Harboring the boats that sail on salty tears
Cried for past generations and future warriors

Laboring for love’s last breath on our lips,
She bears the fruit of victory over death,
Her last breath given to save us from ourselves,
Only to rise again from the ashes we created,
Strengthening the warrior inside

Despite the fear,
Despite the rage,
She frees us from our cage of self-imposition
And our bondage with the broken ties of past regrets

This love she holds is boundless,
Always available to mend our tender hearts
And set the broken pieces to sail
On the sea of her open, endless heart

©SpiritLed 2017

Let It Shine

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Activate your love powers
For all the world to feel,
Saturate your heart light
That those who touch you
May feel love’s warmth,
May no longer know the sting
Of tiny deaths we die each day
When love is not alive
And connection cannot be found

In your heart light
Lies the answers,
The prophecy,
For a kinder tomorrow,
A brighter soul space,
A living testament to the connection
That guides the future

Let it live within
Let it shine within
Reaching all the insides,
Radiating outside
Let it shine

©SpiritLed 2017

Our Gifts

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Our love, greater than any,
Our passion, unmatched
Yet we falter,
We fail,
Our steps come out of sequence,
Each one like feet in quicksand

Shouldn’t it be easy
For those who have answered the call to love?
Shouldn’t a life of passion
Follow the most direct path?

And yet that passion keeps us fiery,
Out of balance,
Darting to this fire and the next,
Trying to put out each one simultaneously
While rejecting the fire inside,
That heat which fuels the drive to move at all,
And which inspires movement to continue,
The movement that is love,
Given selflessly to the world,
Yet heaped minimally on ourselves

Shouldn’t it be more easy
To love ourselves,
To fuel the fire within,
To stoke our own divinity?

Slow down, dear ones, and rest,
There is time for movement forward
And there is time for fighting fires;
The times spent freeing feet from quicksand
Has more forward momentum
Than actual movement often does

Relax, embrace the resting times,
The quiet times,
The times which feel like stagnation,
For these are our gifts too

©SpiritLed 2017