Ghosts walk that can`t be exorcised until their night is done;
Hauntings past won`t stand aside, the Night has just begun.
Water`s darkness, deep and wide, feel the undertow.
Sow the seed, the Lotus grow, to meet the turning tide.
Sleep of replayed scenes in sequence stretched on Night`s dark loom;
Live connections linked in series spark in gathering gloom;
Tapestries of time and place reveal the grand design:
Features from the human face, malevolent, benign.
Finding the right line, the tangles disentwine
Setting mind and body free.
Mists can now disperse like the lifting of a curse
From eyes that now can see.
Visions carved in high relief etched vivid, clear with pain,
Face the grief, for fear`s the thief to steal your sight again.
Silence sits amidst the flow, the circle made complete;
Stem and petals upright grow, the Sun and Moon to meet.
Stillness reigns, and round about an endless, waveless sea
Blinding light draws inward sight where no mere eye can see.
Radiant face and warm embrace, infinite and vast,
Countless share this space where Heart is welcomed Home at last.
Hamish Anderson, Newcastle Group
