The Moons Song written by Olivia Fern

I went for a walk under the moon 
and I asked her for a song, 
to guide me on, 
through the darkness, 
through the darkness... 

The darkness of my fears, 
when all else disappears
Oh, the darkness of self doubt, 
will burn out all your lightness, 
all your lightness... 

So let go of the shadow 
of shame and blame, 
praise and gain, 
you are more. 
Oh just be who you are. 

And she sang: Child, be unafraid to shine, 
be bold and bright reflecting the light. 
Child, be unafraid to shine, 
be bold and bright reflecting the light.

The Moons Song (by Olivia Fern)

Let Us Be Seen

One Om

Two very different flutes communicating together, Charlie Roscoe playing the Bansuri and I am playing the Native American Flute.  This track invokes the serpent and how it moves gracefully through the land and water.

Serpent

Original piece written during a tough master plant diet. 
A gift from the majestuous Oak.
(English translation in the first comment)

Quando troverai l'acqua nel deserto,          A-
Allora parlerai con il cuore aperto (x2)        E-

Quando parlerai con il cuore aperto,
Allora troverai l'acqua nel deserto (x2)

RIt. 1 - E allora più su, 
              tutto da rifare          A-, C
              E allora più su, 
              puoi ricominciare    G, E-

Quando parlerai con il cuore aperto, 
Allora capirai tutto di te stesso

Quando capirai tutto di te stesso
Allora scoprirai che tutto è perfetto

Quando scoprirai che tutto è perfetto
Allora smetterai di lottare con te stesso

Rit. 2 - E allora più su, 
             sopra la montagna
             Dove splende il sole, 
             sopra la neve bianca
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L'acqua nel deserto

VISIONS

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The Deliverance 
From something 
I have become. 
The perception 
That makes  
My heart numb. 
This is how 
We become dumb. 
The value of the form 
Overriding a soul 
Justifying a vision 
And its norms. 
I call upon my name 
This hallowed  
sacred identity 
Is all the same. 
To know what  
You don’t know. 
To see when 
It doesn’t show. 

The acceptance 
Of the invited angels 
Surrounding  
The ground 
Around me 
As they sing 
And spread  
Their wings 
Granting me 
A chalice 
Allowing me to see. 
I am not a body 
I am free.
 
I am among 
The ministries 
Who and what 
Has changed me? 
Buddha, Christ, 
Mohammed, Shiva 
Their names are 
The same as mine 
In this sacred plea. 

The acceptance 
Of the invited angels 
Surrounding  
The ground 
Around me 
As they sing 
And spread  
Their wings 
Granting me 
A chalice 
Allowing me to see. 
I am not a body 
I am free.

The miracle of grace 
The gift of 
This holy place 
Inside my place. 
Freeing me 
Of a world 
And what is displaced.

Deliverance

Luke John Ingram - Australia (2025) (Free Download)

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This sonnet is written from the Melaleuca 'Thyme Honey Myrtle's' voice, who's quiet fortitude and fragrant memory blooms and persists in rain-kissed places. In Heidegger's philosophical inquiry, dwelling is not just about inhabiting a physical space- it is about being present in the world in a meaningful way...not through possession... but dwelling in peaceful attunement. The honey-myrtle time honored presence steeped in care attuned to the wilderness heart of Grace even when fragrant and fleeting, becomes a living metaphor for this kind of love.
© All lyrics are original works by Jaylee Reign and form part of a living treasury of poetic story in devotion to her Skyseed Community. Audio generated via Suno, held in stewardship by Skyseed for communal reflection and listening.

Myrtle's Circular Gift Steeped in Grace

StepIntoTheLight-Scratch1

Onward, we go forward
to the water, the city falls
times kept by our daughters
not much farther
till we reach the dawn

renewal is upon us
its emerging within our song
remember this reversal
no longer personal 
its always been one

I am held by the waters
when I'm with her
i am vulnerable
so strong what we have earned
all or nothing 
I am always home

Onward, we go forward
to the water, the city falls
times kept by our daughters
not much farther
till we reach the dawn

All Or Nothing

Letting the medicine flow 𓆃

Enjoy the medicine.

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