The Troubadour's Song

Let me draw you in this tension of our bodies,

in this tension of our minds to the focus of the heart space,

to the place beyond all sorrow, to the immense release of spirit

in the power of this moment, letting go.

Let us play like the harpist

plays the harp, O the music,

like the archer pulls the string

across the heart, O the singing.

Let us fly with compassion

and forgiveness. Let us share

in this moment what few dare,

O the joy, true companions.

Shall we draw with true courage

from the waters of the ever

watching stillness, brother warriors

with a thirst for something deeper,

with a thirst for something richer,

with a thirst for this moment.

Let me play you like the harpist

plays the harp, O the music.

Draw me like the archer draws

the string across the heart.

Let us fly like the arrow

toward the center,

toward the healing,

toward the power

in this moment,

if we dare.

Holy Madness