On Being Here

On being here, on living here, on being lived by me:
One for the stone, two for the wind, three for the perfect sea.
Four for the love, five for the mist, six for the blessed ground,
seven and eight to redirect, nine to call back around.
Ten to decide what tide to ride to help the spirit thrive.
On being here, on living here, on being lived by life.

On dreaming dreams, on waking up, on seeing far away:
One for the gift, two for the field, three for the sunset bay,
four for the bells, five for the glimpse, six memory restores,
seven and eight your soul reflect, nine opens up the doors.
Ten seeks your role and keeps you whole and helps you find the truth.
On dreaming dreams, on waking up, on being lived by youth.

On making ways, on getting through, on qualities revealed:
One is to touch, two is to share, three is to strengthen will.
Four cuts a wave, five turns you brave, six brings the scented rain,
seven and eight restore your breath, nine takes away the pain,
ten keeps you near to steer you clear and charms away the fears.
On making ways, on getting through, on living out your years.

Believe or not, call truth or doubt, to me that’s all ok,
my soles wore out the silver dust along the winding way.
From ten to one I left behind the fear, the loss, the hurt.
From one to ten I came to gain the fullness of my heart.
I’m making ways, I’m dreaming dreams, I cast out all qualms aside
while I’m still here, while I breathe air, while I am lived by life.