Papa San "Higher Heights"

Healing

If words could heal like hands do

If it could mend the wounds and heal the scars

If nothing at all could be said and yet, everything spoken...

If these vibrations could conquer a heart, dry a tear's drop,

turn a frown upside down, 

make the fiery tirade stop and diffuse all agony;

how then will I inspire thee?

Touched by every conceivable object - 

this wave, a wave of unrelenting emotion

mixed with all fleshly feeling, crashes at the shore...

Out of balance,

upside down and in a tidal undertaking,

this buoyancy evokes all senses,

ignites the passion in me to write...

It's relevancy is what irks me, yet

the inspiration to heal myself through words,

ideas and thoughts move me again and again.

Free me... Heal me...

These words speak to me 

Echo my plight from dawn to night...

Therefore, I must write this, if I am to be freed of myself...

to be me...

To find peace... (Maslow was right!)

Releasing all expressions - no indigestion here,

for my soul is free at last!

Clearing my head's space for new creations to emerge...

Sparking nerve endings, fuelling the incentive...

The mind can take so much and so much alone - for brain overload.

Every touch of life's shower sends an outpouring...

If one word could change all this,

If one word could counteract all other words,

If one word could make all things stop,

Then this word would be...

Written by: Rachael N. Collymore

© 2010

Where loyalties lie...

In the movement of time

We walk along the same line

Hand in hand, in stride

Our dreams collide.

Fates mapped out

Plans set 

all links check; our lives coincide

For we are kindred spirits 

Our purpose unite...

Side by side and in full flight

To our destiny or so it seemed -

Five, ten, twelve years ahead 

Our tomorrows no longer seem the same

No longer do we dream the same dreams

Share the same hopes and aspirations

Or walk along the same road as we used to

All seems dead... ended by a time passed

A life lived...

The world no longer seems to be the place we dreamt it to be.

Society has changed gears, shifted our plans as years compiled...

Things that we believed we could attain in our universe, moved to a distant place.

For we were the product of our imagination, 

Where dreams were spawn and promises kept 

For such was our destiny; such was the fate of you and me...

Gravity struck hard and with each blow on earth's concrete core,

I remembered, before adulthood - my childhood

I remembered where I wanted to be now

I remembered our dreams, the promises, the laughter before 

the dawning of reality - whatever is reality...

Yes, I remembered you, 

I remembered me... 

I remembered... we.

Time

Time

Time

There was a time when all this was real to you, to me.

In this growing stage we call life...

In this age of time -

The day of reckoning comes

And the promise therein...

Ushering hope and dreams in abundance

To bridge the gap between time and distance...

Written by: Rachael N. Collymore

© 2010

Your music

I need to hear the music, so that I may sing
A new song... the words circulating in my head, I could no longer contain
For you I will sing, a love anew and of the joy you bring

Praises unto thee, lifted high to the Most High King
Sovereign, eternal God and Father - You alone reign...
I need to hear the music, so that I may sing...

Of your love, of your grace and majesty never abating
Forever, always - I surrender to you - My life will never be the same!
Lord, for you I will sing, a love anew and of the joy you bring.

Your mercies are new every morning; a peace within me, stirring,
For you are my refuge, my sanctuary, my solace... Your Spirit is my burning flame...
Let me hear the music Lord, so that I may sing

I can sing for you; serenading you with songs of praise and worship; exalting
Hands raised - I proclaim in your name and unashamed...
For you I will sing, a love anew and of the joy you bring.

To me you are awesome! Your love eternally abounding
In me, you reside; for me, you came...
It is for this reason, I need to hear the music, so that I may sing...
No greater honour than to sing for you; a love anew and of the joy you bring!


Written by: Rachael N. Collymore
© 2010

Rajapur

The bells on her feet shook with each step 

The ghungroos brought life to her movements

As her hips swayed....


His hands touched the tabla, beating to the

Strum of the sitar... As the strings echoed -

His voice rose as he chanted...


The sarod chimed in with the bells on her feet...

Hands opened up in greeting

Arms extended to the sky

as the sound of the bansuri and sarangi lifted her


Streaks of light, glitter

Dances across her face - its hue shadows her ways

Plays along - mocking every movement...


The shift of her feet,

The sway of her hips,

The glide of her hands...


Sets the scene

In a trance - Music danced

The symphony of its creation


The sitar plays

The tabla beats

Ghungroo jingles

All tuned in to the hollow, yet piercing sound of

the bansuri and sarangi...


She drifts away to the echoes of the music

As winds blow the dessert sands...

Lost in her dance...



Written by: Rachael N. Collymore
© 2010

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I 'Love' You

I write this for my sisters,
for my girlfriends,
for my daughters,
for my children,
for me... for women...

I write this to my brothers,
to my sons,
to young men and potential fathers -
I write this:

How can I tell you what to do,
when the world has done it for you?
Shown you, what to be and who to emulate...
They've shown you, love and how to love...

What can I tell you that you don't already know...
You know what to do and how to do it too.
Maybe, you could teach me a thing or two!

How can I say, 'That's wrong!'
When they tell you, it's all right - 'condomise'!

Nothing I say is new; you've heard it all before...
Yet you believe them when they deceive you -
With their words and impressionable charm -

They won't harm you...

They've got charisma, they've got spunk -
They can strike a smile to make you weak in the knees

Their words bring music to your ears...
You see - "I love you, baby - I really do.
Don't you love me too?"

What can I say to you to make you understand
That love is more than words,
More than a touch, a kiss or two...

How can I make you see that experience need not
get in the way of caution and that it's not always the best teacher.

If you don't hear, you'll feel...
You don't need to get burnt to learn -
For it may be too late to 'out the fire'!

There are those who may carry you along for the ride
There are those who may leave you
There are those who may hurt you...

However,

There are those who will guide you
There are those who may shield you
There are those who will train you...

Life is a lesson we need to learn well

What more can I say, but take heed -

These are my words of wisdom -

Prevention is surely better than any cure!


Written by: Rachael N. Collymore
© 2010