The Land of Yum
(©by Eric Grace 1-26-2012)
If and when the spirit comes to you
And you’ll find this comes to pass,
Where you gaze upon the moon above
Or upon a most beautiful lass,
Give yourself the subtle pleasure
To infinitely pursue
The gift that lies within this mortal flesh
Thy sacred Hand, Thy sacred Muse.
That golden basket that opens up
To share its gifts of Bounty,
That there within lies a precious form
Birthed from struggles,
Newly found and freely shared
into a land of plenty.
If you but find the way to walk
into this quiet pasture,
It will lead you by the hand
Into the heartland of your one and only
tried and true Heart Master.
Then forgive yourself of all you’ve lost
And gain yourself a new composure
That gives the rain its style and spin
While leaves the ground all
the wiser.
So whistle a sweet tarry or tune
And wiggle that silly temple
Find yourself refreshed and renewed amongst good friends
And your toil will last no longer.
Grieve the sacred heart
Your tears
And the mists of fog will rise above
Giving Heaven all the fears
which have grown from secrets
Stolen from the mud.
When you’ve cried your last wail
And the circles become complete
Dance a celebration song
And set sail to the new world
a living loving tenderness,
numerous in fleet.
And as you walk upon the shore
Tender warm sand at your feet
Touch the sacred earth, this land
Give a simple song or chant
Listen to your heart beat.
Praise the Golden Hand.
Thus Grace has given to you this Day
And all those still yet to come
You will live into this my love,
Onward! Into the Land of Yum.