Fingers glide above the pulse,
Above the flesh, the bones.
From our finger tips flow Bliss,
Tuning us to Cosmic Tones.

Within the Bliss, Joy, Love Flow,
Swirling, sweeping with Golden Glow,
Spheres and lines show sturdy shapes,
Cubes and vines of charming grapes.

Details appear that deep tradition
Connects with organs, all our condition.
Layers of pulse, points on fingers,
Balance us and quickly bring us:

Home.

Home to Health,
Home to Wholenes,
Home to Wealth,
To Joy that’s Glorious.

Gently bring us Home.
Gently Bring us Home.

Sap pulses in green leaves,
Consciousness pinwheels around,
Full, Whole, feet on the ground.

Filled with Joy,
We feel Blessed,
Our actions smoothly
Share the Best.

Love and Joy,
They are the Same,
Unifying
Form and name.

Grace infuses every sense,
Car horn sound, picket fence.

Our awareness, with eyes closed,
Is Sheets of Light that Flows and Flows.

White and Golden, Joy Divine,
A Blessing to all Life, so Kind.

Eyes are open, Grace Pervades,
All and all, all light, all shades.

Meadows, cities, streams and glades,
All is Light, Grace Pervades.

All is Light, Grace Pervades.

Fingers glide above the pulse,
Above the flesh, the bones.
From our finger tips flow Bliss,
Tuning us to Cosmic Tones.

Within the Bliss, Joy, Love Flow,
Swirling, sweeping with Golden Glow,
Spheres and lines show sturdy shapes,
Cubes and vines of charming grapes.

Details appear that deep tradition
Connects with organs, all our condition.
Layers of pulse, points on fingers,
Balance us and quickly bring us:

Home.

Home to Health,
Home to Wholenes,
Home to Wealth,
To Joy that’s Glorious.

Gently bring us Home.
Gently Bring us Home.

Ecstasy, Rapture, Ananda, Joy
Fail to capture the surprise and the grace,
The surprise and the wonder, the flood and the thunder,
The magically changing form, space and pace.

Living on the surface,
We enjoy a mix of things,
Sometimes rotten apples,
Sometimes diamond rings.

When we learn to settle down,
To subtle, subtler, subtlest
We discover One beyond the layers
We Are the One, the Best.

We Are the One, the Best.

Something’s clogged,
Our body’s sad;
We call the plumber,
Now we’re glad.

Who’s the plumber?
Not yet us
But as the flow’s restored,
So is skill and trust.

When the flow is completely Flow,
Full, Embracing, Total,
Then we Are and then we Know,
And Healing’s All Embracing.

Healing’s All Embracing.