On The Other Shore Bobby BeauSoleil (written 2011; revised 2020) A song for the dead, those precious souls I have known in life who left this world ahead of me, and especially in honor of Gary Allen Hinman. My dear brother, lost so long ago I search for you in dream A vastness so high, far and wide and deep as eternity … deep as eternity Your silent gaze pierces into me yet you can't see what I’ve become You couldn't know the hell I've seen or how Heaven has touched me … oh how heaven has touched me I prayed a prayer you would forgive that terrible way I broke you My answer came that you had no need to forgive when you had never blamed … when you had never blamed (chorus:) Lay me down, lay me down gently lay me down on the other shore Lay me down, lay me down gently lay me down on the other shore … lay me down on the other shore My beloved, we dance in the lovelight twirling and laughing like children Hearts afire, a beating of drums Holy song, we are its melody … we are its melody Blindly we leapt, hearts in our hands into a fearsome storm We meant to show the people some new ways and oh the price we would pay … oh the price we would pay Without a warning, you were suddenly gone like a curl of smoke in a breeze In this world we wept, while the angels rejoiced We must find one another again … we must find one another again (chorus:) Lay me down, lay me down gently lay me down on the other side Lay me down, lay me down gently lay me down on the other side … lay me down on the other shore Body and soul, I ache for tender mercies sweet water to ease my thirst a kind hand to stroke my brow and to bathe me in blamelessness … bathe me in blamelessness I fly at last like an arrow into the heart of the mystery birthless, deathless, where nothing is not and all is held in a word … all is held in a word Bear me up on wings of love carry me high above the carnival far beyond stagnant seas of regret and across the chasm of pain … across the chasm of pain (chorus:) And lay me down, lay me down gently lay me down on the other shore Lay me down, lay me down gently lay me down on the other shore ... Lay me down on the other shore Dark Night Bobby BeauSoleil dark night bright star reflection of home heart's desire head below the flying bullets held high above the world's madness peace peace peace The Word Bobby BeauSoleil In the vastness of the unmanifest nothing does not exist Lightless and shadowless the brilliant radiance of consciousness permeates all being and all seeming to be Oneself unfurling. to the limits of limitlessness Unborn and undead Unmoving and unshakeable Foundation to the thrones of elder gods and goddesses Seat of empire Ground of chaos The witness to every thought and deed And out of this infinite sea of purest potential all manifest reality arises dancing beginningless and endless upon the Word And the Word … Is ﷯ In the Space Between Breaths Bobby BeauSoleil Keeping his timeless silent vigil the sentinel sits tall in the saddle casting a long shadow on the plane of a dimension betwixt losing and finding out unfazed by the din of lost souls howling and screaming like monkeys for the attention of mothers now ghosts A bereft bighouse sparrow chirps incessantly his staccato call for a mate or just a friend a rival if it comes to that his chirruping echoes down the long hall it almost seems that he is answered so he flies its length to see the one he seeks just out of view A world seen through grimy windows offering promises long unkept sunbeams play on cobwebs and old paint making cave paintings on manmade stone and imposter fireflies from the dust motes like those pesky persistent thoughts rattling in the skull like wooden beads offerings to be burned on the altar of the heart Wandering the bowels of labyrinthine dream one good turn deserves a hundred more until finding the door to escape at last only to awaken in another dream where the joke pretending to be peace is a masquerade for the gap between wars glories sublime in unimaginable horror the history games of desire and suffering The sentinel observes it all unblinking unmoved by pleas for intervention by desire for winning or fear of failing the parade of fools unrecognizing the seeker’s search for truth unchanging knowing the peace without an opposite there to be found in the immensity of space between the falling and rising of breath

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