Chris de Burgh is one of my favourites, I have made this adaptation in salute him.
I have used my Roland keyboard, some Omnisphere instruments, and some Ableton effects  for the
piano,  jublag, bass drum, orchestral snare, timpani, cymbal, lady choir, flute, slow and spiccato strings, church and hammond organ, and tubular bells... 

Thank you Chris, for your fascinating music!

Chris de Burgh - Where the peaceful waters flow (Orchestral adaptation)

 Personal Experience of the Collective - A relatable moment of connection to the Collective Unconscious
Morning kitchen routine becomes a portal to ancestral wisdom. Ordinary breakfast transforms into extraordinary communion with the Collective Unconscious through domestic ritual and memory. From my upcoming book "Breakfast with Jung." Chapter 1. The Collective Unconsciousness .

Breakfast with Jung

At dawn’s ragged edge, my kitchen becomes
A temple of ordinary prophecies
Coffee grounds like black diviner’s sand
Messages from the dead burned into toast

My grandmother’s hands emerge from steam
Weaving histories into my cup, while outside
Bougainvillaea bleeds its crimson alphabet
Across windows thin as memory’s skin

In the toaster’s chrome, faces ripple:
Great-aunts with eyes of burning coal,
Cousins carrying unborn stars in their teeth,
Children who might bloom from my bones.

Their reflections overlap like hungry ghosts,
All pressing against morning’s fragile glass.
The kettle screams with a thousand voices—
Every cup of tea ever poured flowing backwards

Through time’s copper throat. Even Jung himself
Pauses mid-bite, startled by its prophecy.
A tui splits the sky’s yolk with her song,
Harmonising with languages lost when

Eden’s gates swung shut. Her notes scatter
Like black pearls across my breakfast plate.
Time pools honey-thick in this hour
Between dreaming and day, sweet

With the marrow of memory. My spoon
Stirs ripples in the universe’s coffee cup.
The morning news bleeds through dimensions—
Every headline ever printed rising like smoke

From my coffee: wars, loves, births, extinctions
Spiral into one eternal moment of toast and tea.
Through the window, the bougainvillea
Drops petals red as birth-blood, each one

Carrying messages from the collective heart—
Semaphores from gardens of remembered light.
Watch now—as my ancestors lean in, hungry
For one more taste of morning, their shadows

Drinking light from my cup. Even the sugar bowl
Holds crystals of compressed eternities.
In this kitchen, we are all time travellers,
Breaking bread with our unborn children,

While the dead pour tea with trembling hands
And tomorrow whispers in our marrow.
Tell me then, you who breakfast alone,
Do you see them in your morning mirror—

All the faces time has worn and will wear,
Gathering like moths around your light?
Here at dawn’s clean slate,
Where every breakfast is the last breakfast,

And also the first, we drink our coffee
Black as memory, sweet as prophecy,
While Jung smiles from the doorway,
Knowing that eternity was always this:

A kitchen full of ghosts at morning,
Passing cream across time’s borders.
 
By Stephen Francis Hollins


11/October 2025

Breakfast with Jung

Heritage Series - In My Room

Yesterday When I Was Young

Cover Song Production.

title : 'A Woman's Heart' - Chris De Burgh
video link : http://youtu.be/MH78gItmDAU (Reggae Edition) 

© 28iAD77 2012 Arrangement, Vocals & Mixing

iAD - Chris De Burgh 'A Woman's Heart' (Live Piano Studio Performance)

Demis Roussos - Come Waltz With Me

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Speak Softly Love - Shelly

Here is your Paradise (Chris de Burgh - Cover by me)

The Head and the Heart (Chris de Burgh cover)

Marc arain

Richard Desjardins - L'Engeôlière
Notre Dame de Paris - Belle
Dalida - Je Suis Malade
Jacques Brel - Quand On N'a Que L'Amour

Here is your Paradise (Chris de Burgh - Cover by me)

Gabriele Löffler