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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.
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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.
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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
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Pause & Reflect © Helen Slomovits 1999
Flute and Harp
Time to pause—something deeper calls. Let the quiet mind reflect truths as yet unremembered.
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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
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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Safety Brings Delight © Helen Slomovits 1999
Flute and Harp
The safety that comes from following our true path leads to delight.
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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
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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?
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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...
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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!
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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.
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