In the tight clasp of the arms of Love,
overpowering yet far from overbearing,
it is time for a focused,
but utterly sincere
surrender. Oh, it has provoked a spiritual release, a freedom of the soul,
a victorious vulnerability.
There are echoes of gratitude in the far reaches of the mind
but of all that I am not fully aware.
All that can be said
and that needs to be expressed
at the moment is:
“you can take away the divine, my dear
and comb your hair
and I won’t mind at all
even though the thought’s behind
I came just to remind you I love you so
I love you so”
and listen strong, my love,
to the *harmony that rises at the words
“all” and “so”
for it is all the voices of my heart, together, the long lost embers.
Glowing steady, nascent,
building up into flames just to let you know
that
there is no one who will take me by that shore.
*Note: harmony is present in the studio album but not the video below.
Let Basia Bulat’s gentle pickings with her autoharp devour you in her deep and spiritual surrender to Love:
Lyrics:
there is no one who will take me by that shore
close to the smoke, far from the fire of your harbour
and if I am awake this time I’ll know
all over your eyes a storm is rolling over
rolling over, rolling over
you can take away the divine, my dear
and comb your hair
and I won’t mind at all
even though the thought’s behind
I came just to remind you I love you so
I love you so
there is no one who will take me by that shore
but the waves washing down, the waves washing down on your shoulders
and if I’m awake this time, this time I’ll know
all over your eyes the storm is nearly over
nearly over
and you can take away the divine, my dear
and comb your hair
and I won’t mind at all
even though the thought’s behind
I came just to remind you I love you so
I love you so
I love you so
The Hummingbird 