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Lie Back—and the Sea Will Hold You

Lie back daughter, let your head

be tipped back in the cup of my hand. 

Gently, and I will hold you. Spread 

your arms wide, lie out on the stream 

and look high at the gulls. A deadman’s 

float is face down. You will dive 

and swim soon enough where this tidewater 

ebbs to the sea. Daughter, believe 

me, when you tire on the long thrash 

to your island, lie up, and survive. 

As you float now, where I held you 

and let go, remember when fear 

cramps your hear t what I told you: 

lie gently and wide to the light - year 

stars, lie back, and the sea will hold you.

-- Philip Booth

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Prayer of Passing

Know that everything you do and everything you have done has been a contribution to The Whole. Bless-ed be who you are. 

When the time comes for your Eternal Spirit to leave this Earthly body … 

Your wings will unfurl, the breath of the wind will uplift you, and you will be born anew without effort. For where you are going there is no pain, no fear, no heartache. There is only love. 

You will breathe one last breath while your spirit occupies your physical body, and with the next in-breath you will breathe a breath of great Light. You will feel more love than you have known for a long, long time. For you are going Home. 

In the turning of the seasons, the love within your heart, the love of your being has expanded into fullness and now settles in peace to rest. 

In the dawn of ages, your spirit has celebrated your essence which, once again, is to be made new. 

In the flowing of the rivers, know beyond a doubt of doubts the truth that your spirit is truly one with the Divine Whole. 

One Heart … One Mind … One Spirit … One. 

You are the blessing. You are the peace. You are the love. 

You are the Light within the holiness. 

You are the Flight within the freedom. 

You are the Essence in the center of the blossom. 

This is who you are, and much, much more. 

Much, much more.

-- Anara Solray, Healing Potentials Unlimited, Copywrite 1999

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Reading from The Song of Songs, Psalms Chapter 2

I am the rose of Sharon, the lily of the valleys.

As a lily among the thistles, so is my beloved among girls.

As an apple tree among the trees of the wood, so is my love among young men. In his delightful shade I sit, and his fruit is sweet to my taste.

He has taken me to his cellar, and his banner over me is love.

Feed me with raisin cakes, restore me with apples, for I am sick with love.

His left arm is under my head, his right embraces me.

I charge you, daughters of Jerusalem, by all gazelles and wild does, do not rouse, do not wake my beloved before she pleases.

BELOVED: I hear my love. See how he comes leaping on the mountains, bounding over the hills.

My love is like a gazelle, like a young stag. See where he stands behind our wall. He looks in at the window, he peers through the opening.

My love lifts up his voice, he says to me, 'Come then, my beloved, my lovely one, come.

For see, winter is past, the rains are over and gone.

'Flowers are appearing on the earth. The season of glad songs has come, the cooing of the turtledove is heard in our land.

The fig tree is forming its first figs and the blossoming vines give out their fragrance. Come then, my beloved, my lovely one, come.

'My dove, hiding in the clefts of the rock, in the coverts of the cliff, show me your face, let me hear your voice; for your voice is sweet and your face is lovely.'

Catch the foxes for us, the little foxes that make havoc of the vineyards, for our vineyards are in fruit.

My love is mine and I am his. He pastures his flock among the lilies.

Before the day-breeze rises, before the shadows flee, return! Be, my love, like a gazelle, like a young stag, on the mountains of Bether.

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