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lyrics - Darkening of the Moon


Invocation © Helen Slomovits 1999

Rivercane flute and Songpod

Come... Listen... Be with the power of sound & silence. Come on a journey with me.


Circle Song © Helen Slomovits 1999

I wrote this song for one of my Artist's Way groups to help create safety. I invite you to enter this circle of safety, protection and exploration.

I see a flower in your heart opening, opening I see a flower in my heart turn towards the sun. May we join in love, respect and safety, A circle of protection for our hearts' dreams.

Faerie Green © Helen Slomovits 1999

I could take a walk slip into the water faerie green I could sip buttercups run to the water play in a bubbling stream I could live lightly shine brightly fly to volcano's rim I could live lightly scan the horizon for colors and comets and clouds Ocean all around me sound of the waves rolling through my heart sky so high above me giving me space to sing my part giving me space to make a new start giving me space to listen to my heart listen to my heart listen to my heart

Pause & Reflect © Helen Slomovits 1999

Flute and Harp

Time to pause—something deeper calls. Let the quiet mind reflect truths as yet unremembered.


Witches Heal © Helen Slomovits 1999

At the suggestion of a friend, I watched the Canadian Film Board video, "The Burning Times" about the witch burnings in Medieval & Renaissance Europe. I didn't expect a profound shift in my consciousness. But as I watched, I had the sudden realization that I as a woman had been sold the lie that women's power & knowing is inherently evil. The scary image we carry of the bad witch has essentially nothing to do with the tradition of powerful, wise, healing women who were tortured and burned as witches.

Witches heal, oh, witches heal, and you can't stop us now from our knowing/growing Witches heal, oh, witches heal look at our souls, they are glowing. Our only crime was to heal our only crime was to care our only crime was to give compassion to ease the pain of the woman in labor No more flames no more terror no more shame no more children watching their mothers die. Arise from the flames arise from the embers cry all your tears then turn them back into knowing again The earth is our mother She labors in pain She calls to us deep in our bones "Awake and come help the birthing again!" Remember again Remember again

Weaving © Helen Slomovits 1999

Flute and Harp

The image I have is of people dancing together with long ribbons—weaving and spiraling in and out of the circle.


Darkening of the Moon © Helen Slomovits 1999

We often avoid looking too closely at our own shadow for fear of what we'd find, but there's great clarity to be had in shedding light in the dark corners. Then the shadow, instead of hurting us, yields its power to our own light, to our knowing.

They say, "Don't look at the dark'ning of the moon." They say, "Don't look at the dark'ning of the moon." They say, "Don't look at the dark'ning of the moon." But I looked there. And I found beauty, I found knowing. I found safety, my power growing. I found joy in me flowing When I looked there. When I wouldn't look at the darkness within me, When I held on to being small, When I let fear be the master, Then I missed the treasures all O my mind, it's time to take a little rest. I made you run the whole show. It must have been so very scary, Kept from the heart and what she knows. O my heart has given me its secret That put an end to all my fear Within me both are light and darkness I know them both and I am clear. The dark cannot hold a candle to the light. It's my own power to see Now I am willing to love myself, It's by my own love that I see. And I found wisdom, I found power, Found the strength to meet each hour. I found gratitude in me flower, When I looked there.

Lilt © Helen Slomovits 1999

Flute and Harp

Driving home on a country road with my 6-year old son from a beautiful evening at a quiet lake, I found myself wordlessly singing this melody in the twilight, keeping a watchful eye out for deer.


Time of Dying © Helen Slomovits 1999

Sometimes it's not quite yet time to move on...

Now is the time of dying; let the tears fall down; be not ashamed. Now is no time for lying; offer up the old to the fire's flames Now, just like the end of night we only can see fading stars. Sink into this time; death is not the end; it starts our birthing Now is the time of dying; let the winds blow strong, clear out our pain. Not yet, the time for flying; draw your strength from earth to be born again Soon we'll walk into a newborn life upon a golden path. Now it's not yet dawn so we say goodbye and bless the life we're leaving. Now is the time of dying; let the tears fall down; be not ashamed. Now is no time for lying; offer up the old to the fire's flames; offer up the old to the fire's flames.

Safety Brings Delight © Helen Slomovits 1999

Flute and Harp

The safety that comes from following our true path leads to delight.


Simplicity © Helen Slomovits 1999

This originally came as a poem, but one evening, instead of reading it, I sang it. In the ancient days all poetry was sung—words suggest their own music.

Only attending to what is now Only attending to what is true Only attending to what truly moves you now Letting go of the fascinating complications the endless self doubts the mixed motives the tense striving Letting the heart lead Take a deep breath You are allowed peace of mind Benevolence is in charge of this universe You are allowed simply to be yourself Only then can your goodness flow out abundantly

Swaying & Dancing © Helen Slomovits 1999

Flute and Harp

Where do melodies come from? I often wonder from what impulse do we sway—from what impulse do we dance?


Thank You © Helen Slomovits 1999

Each image is a treasure I've gathered in my life, a choice to notice rather than to be distracted by more "pressing" things. From all this I can only begin to glimpse the generosity and love of the Great Creator. The gift of these glimpses is gratitude.

Thank you for the flowers blooming in the meadow thank you for the way you are with ten thousand colors patterns without number each one a beloved of the bees Snowflakes' sparkling wonder swirling down upon us thank you for the way you are dancing with abandon calling us to join them willing to be melted in your love Springtime's rushing water streaming down the mountains thank you for the way you are tumbling down the rapids gurgling past the pebbles flowing ceaselessly into the sea Thank you for the sunbeams lilting in the morning warming earth & air & sea fire's flaming glory banishing our darkness turning us to gold until we shine Sunlight in the evening gleaming on the branches treetops change from brown to gold sunset clouds delight us your pallette ever changing your glory brushed across the sun-drenched sky Thank you for the flowers thank you for the water thank you for the way you are We live in your heart You live in our hearts We are one We are one We are one Thank you for the flowers...

Music © Helen Slomovits 1999

This is my love song to the transforming power of music, which I've used since I was a child to heal myself and to find delight.

O Music, my beloved Music how I long for your song— tender, slow, full of love sometimes roaring through like thunder soaring high, sweeping low releasing my breath into ecstasy wrapping all my fears in sound 'til they turn to joy. O Music, my beloved Music how I long for your song that releases nectar in my heart sweet sighs of relief from the pain of lifetimes O my beloved Music how I long for my heart's song that releases my soul into the light!

I Choose the Light © Helen Slomovits 1999

There are times when being neutral is not an option.

I choose the light; I choose the light; I choose the light every day. I choose the light; I choose the light; I choose the light every way. I choose the light; it brings delight; I choose the light; it is love. I choose the light; it brings true sight; I choose the light; it is love.