Written by Gary Dean
The thing that won’t stop calling my name is love
The direction you head towards is without limits but it resides within you
Just as it resides in all things
When you can look at a rock or a stream and truly see yourself
Then you can start to understand, that the calling that beckons is you
And how you conduct your everyday life
With all that you touch, see and hear
Is a reflection of where your state of being is currently at.
Every moment, your environment is speaking to you
Listen and awaken to it
And once you are fully aware
Then awaken those that come into your life
Do this in the same way as the rock and the stream
By being who you perceive yourself to be, nothing else.
The signs are the same as nature itself
Being present, with the duty of age and timelessness, all at once.
This message may not be understood by all
But you are not the interpreter
Just the source of delivery
Be at peace.
Written by Cheryl Harvey
The thing that won't stop calling my name
Lives inside me,
Somewhere deep and unseen.
It hides from my conscious mind
So I am barely aware it is there.
And yet it is there.
I feel it when I breathe into myself.
I see it when I close my eyes.
I hear it when all is quiet.
And yet I can still not clearly define it.
Other than to say it is a great yearning...
A sadness...
A deep desperate longing for a better world.
But I do not know how to find it
How to heal it.
How to bring it out into the open
How to engage consciously
How to make the changes required...
To deeply fulfill that yearning
To relinquish the grief and despair
To find my way back to the Divine
That continues to call and call my name.
From the very wells of the earth
From the outer reaches of the heavens
Through wind and rain, sun and snow.
It lives inside me, inside all beings
This god-like being that understands
all, accepts all, forgives all.
He/she/it lives every moment,
And every non-moment
With the sadness that we cannot find
Our way back home, to the place we belong...
With the earth, with the stars
In-tune with one another
In all our glorious m
Multi-dimensional forms.