songs from a quest to peace volume 6
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Songs from aQuest to PeaceVolume 6
Copyright 2014 by Kings of Peace, written by Goss Lindsey
All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be sold for profit. This publication may
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the publisher,goss.lindsey@gmail.com. Website: www.kingsofpeace.com
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Contents
Songs from a Quest to Peace ......................................................................................... 1
dreams of the elder ........................................................................................................... 3
lighthouses ......................................................................................................................... 7
awareness seeking ............................................................................................................. 9
safe we stand ................................................................................................................... 10
prayer to love's extension .............................................................................................. 12
seashells ............................................................................................................................ 14
the two faces of peace ................................................................................................... 16
fuel the heart.................................................................................................................... 18
return to the sea .............................................................................................................. 20
anchor ............................................................................................................................... 22
The Temple ..................................................................................................................... 23
keep knocking ................................................................................................................. 25
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dreams of the elderit was many years ago when he first cameupon sleep or the entrance to itI would feel him in my heartand catch glimpses of his face
in the beginning he would gently hold my armand in the form of an eagle we would flyacross the lands
the land would change and through his eyes
he could see time before and time to comeroads and buildings were unbuilt before my eyesuntil we would see the home of his people
one day he began to speakvery slowly his words would comeso gently would they roll from his lipshis eyes always smiledand he was a most welcome friend
the story began..."when I was a boy I was one day to be chiefmuch I had to learn in the ways of our peoplefishing, growing, and huntingand many songs of our people
the land was full of people like mewe traded our goods and mostly were peacefulthough we fought from time to timethe land held room for us all
but the plentiful lands of fish and animalswere sometimes contended in blood
we had heard of the raiders to comeand they were not like stories we knewthese were men who took everything
who could buy and sell the land
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and would claim all they wanted for themselves
I grew up in the wings of war itselfI rode a strong horseand fast like the wind I traveled
anger upon my heartfearless and proud I rode the plains
my people would follow meas I loved them deeplyand the land we stood upon
was sacred to my tribeit was our ancestors and those before themthat fished the very holes we thrived upon stilland farmed the same groves with seed
that fed the bellies of my people
we sat beside the campfire many nightsafter the fighting beganmany of my people wanted to die hereand fight to make our ancestors proud
it was about this time I began to see timeboth before and time to come through the eagleand I saw these raiders taking our land
and I did not want my people do die
my heart was heavyand I turned to the Great Spirit every dayfor guidance in how my people would be led
my heart was angry stilland hate grew slowly upon the rivers in my faceafter blood and more to come from manyI chose that my people would not fight and live
still a young chiefI wept where we were movedit was not our rivers
we did not know this land like a brotherit felt like a stranger to us
it was about this time I walked many miles every day
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to be alone and listen to the windsas the eyes of my people reminded meof the pain I brought to themI found little rest with my tribe
one daythe dreams of the elder came to mehe was an old man like you are seeing meand he could see time unfolding more clearlythan I was able at the time
many tears fell when he camefor I had lost the Great Spiritand the message to my peopleas I too was still angry
the elder showed me in a dreamof all things being eaten by the earthand my memory of our past life
was sacred but those lands toodid fall in time
the hungry and strong seeking poweralways take from the more peacefulbut it took my eyes behind my eyes
to see what they could not take
my tears fell heavy but now they carriedno last wish for a wild bloody ride into the heartof our enemy
my tears carried the songand carried the way of the Great Spiritand for the first time in my lifeI slept in stillness and peace
I awoke with the song still singingthey could not take the wayof my peopleof our people
they could not take the Great Spiritfrom our hearts
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lighthouseslike lighthouseslet us be placed on the shoresin which we are called upon
to shine
let us remember how many timeslost in our travel the small flickerof a brother's light through the fogkept us to shore safely
let me remember today stillon the days of emptinessone would come to know when they see the many fountainsthe city would promise a drink fromyet no longer would we believe it could quench for what we thirst
and for a painful moment we lost the songfrom the light withinthe hurt is like a riptide taking usfrom where we dwell
let me share these wordsare a thank youto a sister who I do not even knowas she stood on the beach shiningI caught a glimpse of her songand even those small words she wrote
were enough to guide me to land
in the thick fogbefore a brother can remember the sun still shineslet us stand as a way to safetyin a dark moment
let me open eyes and walk to the beachsmiling at how many we areplaced where our Father would have us shinehis warmth, love, and peace through us
let us rejoice togetherwe stand not alone
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only in different places
may our light bear witnessto the miracle we upholdit would shine of Him
and the limitless light would only run through us
like lighthouses let us bring our brothers homeand when we are lost let us gladly lookfor those around guiding us to His voice
shine shine shine
Amen
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awareness seekingawareness seeks itselflonging through eyes
awareness would read a pagenot considering the face that carried itand see the messagefor what it is
its filter would be so simpleand its keen eyes cut throughglass walls of temporary and too of truthlike they would be butter
awareness yearnsto find itself in anotherand would see it even
when one sees only shades
awareness would remindand its recognition is enough
sometimes it can feel alonein places where eyes cannot noticeand it breathes again into the very cordthat holds to its creator
that it sometimes would want to shakeand watch the glass walls crumblethat it sometimes would want to rejoiceto hold smiling with a simple hug
it too must be guidedmany know not of itand fear what it may see
sometimes rising like great wavesto shatter a dreamsometimes sitting alone to smile witha simple friend sharing its song
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safe we standhow safe we standpassed what was once was faithinto knowing
how firm our memory restsas even the birds would be fedas they follow their heartto sing and to fly
the dream is of an eldersitting by my side at a campfirehis words speaking to me as a boyI only understood a few
but they carried in my heartlike seeds they satone day he traveled onand no longer did I see him
yet his words began to sproutand the memory of his kindnesssoft lines of his years of warthat had turned to the cracks of a smileand the calmness upon his gazeheld me
how safe he stoodin my dream of one who was stillhe stayed with me alwayseven now I still see his smile
the elder is anyonethey are the faceless appearing as a faceit is the message of healing they carry
resting beneath where they standand their lips would speak only of it
blessed was he in my dreamas real of a dream I ever knew
that too I would someday
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pass my war of what I stood forand know only of the rockfrom which these feet are held
how safe we stand today
thankful for those that carried its memory to usthat we too
would form trace lines of peaceupon our gentle smile
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prayer to love's extensionthis is a prayerfor guidance in the extension of love
like a parent holding an infantin the most loving momentslike vines the cords of their love engulfto hold, love, nurture, and smile uponthe little one
sometimes tears formin the beautiful recognition there would be no limitationas to what the parent would giveeven their very life would not even be a questionif it would save that of the child
and after all of thiswe do not know what the child knows of usour very hearts melted on the floor
while the little one just sleepsto breathe and steal the warmthfrom our chest
we need not the experience of having a childfor to some degree at some pointevery one of us has known a parent, lover, or friendin which our hearts extended in a way
we saw our own gentleness and beauty extendingasking in return nothing
and deep down what we sometimes hopeis that we wish they only knew...
when we pray for peace and our Father enters our heartswe can see a brother as He would see him through us
and the soft memory of what he is has not been forgottenthis is a prayer to the extension of our feeling
like the infant cannot understand how much they are lovedour mouths feel mute and the words begin to stick
as we stand before a brother and our memory has been completely healed
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and the Father's love comes through uswe stand as a simple yet beautiful linkin the vast chain of His childrenthat would allow for love's entry
our hearts sometimes feel like burstingfor we know not what to saytears well as we look up on one standing exactly where we didnot knowing how much they are lovednot knowing how much they are called upon
and so this may be a prayerfor my and anyone's willingnessagain to remember the answer remains the same in all thingseven to this
let us step back from our thoughtsand ask for guidanceFather what would you have me say, what would have me do
where would you have me go, what would you have me hearyou are all things through meall things within meall things around melet me look through the soft tear
and release the prayer of how youwould have me extend Your offering of love
Amen
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seashellsas we walk along the shorethe soft voice of peace speaks to our heartthis sacred union makes seashells
as reminders of His Kingdomplaced in the sand as we walk
in the beginningwe remember sometimes miles of nothingonly our alone and the fallingin places someday we will stand
we remember crawling across the sandseeking the pages of seashells left by others
wanting and waiting for the reunionof the sweet stillness in the steps we travel
blessed they return againas in shyness we cover their very beauty
with sand so they do not shinenot knowing our true Holiness
we know the voice of peaceyet we know too of its lossand the union is not yetperfect
how beautiful is the daywhere we can only standin the places we once fell
how perfect is our trustthat the union is completeas our Father would guide us
blessed would we walkand how safe would we travelthat only His word could be leftas seashells are but reminders of his love for us
once we could be lostand sought the blessed shells others left for us
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that now the world could take every bookand every shell that would be our memory from usyet our Father would fail us notfor our perfect union and trust in His way
could never be taken
and forever more soft seashellswe lay
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the two faces of peaceof peace in the worlda dream born from the dirt and things upon itthat could offer only the same as a solution to its lack
in the form of something of dirt itselfbe it food, shelter, a breath of air, or the warm summer sun
thus lack of peace in the seeming outsidemust require a solutionquested within the bounds of its worldly gardenthat would feed the hungry bodythat would quell the firing gunsas the harsh reality is the solutionis never a guarantee
of peace in our heartresting in the soft closing of our eyes
when time is still and our hearts warmwe see another face of peace
judging not the seeking of it outsidefor here lies the guardian of the gatesto look within
to unveil her face requires nothingfrom anyone or thingoutside of our willing mind
and so the question would arisewhere we look in the mirror and see two facesof which would we dream?
for when we seek peace in the world we can neglectthe face insidelike a child waiting to be held
and too the face of a mother that would hold us
and when we seek the face of peace within our heartwe cannot but extend this to the world as wellas the peace of God runs through us as a mere vesselthat would only release His offeringas the giver of this is equally the receiver
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and may we remind a brother where peaceis guaranteedand relies on nothingfrom dirt
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fuel the heartin its most basic divisionthe world of form could be seen as twothe light and the dark
the male and femalethe active and receptive
only God is what cannot be dividedfor the Holy Spirit is whole
for now we are layeredand can see with different eyeslet this be a song ofthe heart seeking itself
as the mind seeks answersnot always knowing its greatest giftis asking the right questionsas frequency will find the correct receptorpages and pages it seeksbut some things are understoodin ways outside of a formula
to the soft mother inside I write thisthat I would seek and receive her beautyinto my heart
unto peace may we soargreat wings stretchedour minds not knowing how we flyyet eyes burning in gratitudefor we do
the songs that our heart can hearmay be our fuel to fly
look to the ocean, the poem, or the smile of a brotherand when we see it we rememberit was always inside of us
seek the places that remind usso we can soar again
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my prayer is a reminderanother page of knowledge cannot take me homelike birds we fly northas it is our birthright
let me hear You in my own heartas my fingers pour upon this very page
when I can smile at the words that come outlet this be my fuel to seek You
I hold no bounds of where I will find Youand will see you as best I can in all thingsbut let me hold especially dearthe songs, stories, sea and smilesthat fuel my heart to love
we would fear not our own beautyof the gifts You extend from uslet us not judge our worthinessto sing of You when it is you singingthrough our very heart
for today our smilemay be the fuelfor another brother's
heart to soar
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return to the seaswimming among the currents grasping for airbeginning to spiralhow did I forget so easily
of the safe place below
it goes against all reasonair is all this part of me knowsstruggling for another breathforgetting again
like a child I gently hear myself saying"silly youdon't you know you can breathein this place"
I remember the song Amazing Graceand remember once not understanding
what it meant
grace was the place of peacein my soft surrender to aironly to open my gills like a fishthat I could swim and learn another way
grace was the entranceto this once foreign worldand when I am full of its blessingI can return to float guided by the great currentof Spirit
my prayer is to remember what I amthat I would be a fish and not a manswimming in this sometimes harsh sea
that I would close my eyeswhen the storms around meshow me nothing I seek
let me not become afraidonly to flap my arms to graspa quick sip of this
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volatile air
my prayer is to rememberthat breathing Youis all that has kept me safe
today, like a fishlet me dive into your depthsand be still again
Amen
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anchorI would take this songthat came from a sacred placeand try to sing it as I felt it
my eyes closed, driftingpast the initial layers of stillnessfirst I was rock, then I was air
like long talons my arms and legsextend out into the dirt and sky around meto hold me in placebut there is no place anymorethere is only God and His aspects
like a river His peace rushes through meextending into all that I could touchIn awe, I only can watch and stay stillas the flooding heals
I am to do nothing in this momentI need no more creatingI am in tears to be so safe in His graspGladly I extend what was never from me anywaylike an unlimited resource fueling, reminding
Let me sing what cannot be sung only because it makes me smileLet me return to the place where I am safe
may we all return to this unshakable placewithin Your mind where we are held like an infantanchored in Your heart
Amen
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The TempleI have crawled to this temple tonightthrough the mud and over hard iron spiked wallsI have crawled to this sanctuary half dead
just to lie down these few words
it is a harsh reflection that I have seen in this waterbecause it is the reflection of the truthmy truth
I lie down too tired to fight anymoretoo tired to face this crazy worldand most of all I do not know if I can enter myself anymore
without losing my mind forever
I have made it right now to the place that I will die one dayI know this place all too wellthe only difference in this time and the nextis a crapshoot of when
but these words etched herewill remainand with that I drain this current out
son, I sayit has been a long walk a hard walk and sometimesa happy walkthis will be for you as wellit is our trail of tears in your bloodlinefathers killing sons without ever knowing what they did
son, I crymay I be the first in our line to healand not kill you too as I have beenand my father and his before his
son, I weepthese tears are the pain of this reflectionthe hate inside of me of what we have done in our mindseven before you would understand in terms of timethe spike drives in my heartand I see the hate and anger inside
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wrenching tearing gutting the live mindof the drunk and sober alike
father, I pray
give me a chancegive me one final chance at thisand let me drink these waters of this Templeand see something other thanmy hatred and pain
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keep knockingin the beginning it can feel likestanding outside the Great Pyramid alone in the vastnessknocking to be let in
so dark, so tired, so unsureand too that we do not really know what is inside
as our knuckles and fists tire, the way to peace seems lostbehind us runs the world and the ways from which we comeas the sun sets on the last day
we have the strength barely to even standyet just before we turn our back
we see a crack
let this crack be enoughthe entry to peace is one of willingnessto not be like what is behind usbut what lives within
even if we do not yet know what this iswe hear the chants of our tribe and spiritto keep knocking
and one day when we see our innocenceand all the things we truly have
which are from what we cannot explainyet we know them to be true
we remind our brothersthe door to this well of life
will open
keep knocking
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