A voice entered my room,
Words whirling around.
A subtle and gentle melody,
Silence arises within and without.
Tears well up caressing my cheeks like a gentle stream,
This heavenly voice, a song, fills me and melts my heart.
Beyond words, its sound touches me,
Beyond sound, a message emerges,
Beyond this message only unity, silence, coming home.
In surrender to its touch, I melt,
As the voice fades away, a deep silence arises.
Touched, moved and filled with love and gratitude.
Touched by the voice of an angel delivering a message from God.
Swami Premo Durga sung her song
It was me that cried.
Only later did I receive the lyrics, which I hereby share:
See two birds on the wing
flying so high.
They are in love,
with existence.
Like the wind through the trees,
it just rained a little while.
I can hear the raindrops falling
from the leaves up on high.
Well it's the wind through the trees,
the rain in my face,
it's the freshness of it all
in the fragrance of the night.
At the softness of the sound,
the clearing of the sky.
Oh it's the heat in the air
a billion stars in the sky.
The beating of my heart,
oh yes the beating of my heart
knows that love wants to flow
and that life wants to live.
And that songs want to sing
and eyes want to melt,
into each other but alone,
in the emptiness of life.
Growing inside, growing wildly
and love is my freedom
oh I do love to care for
the flowers and the trees,
the rain in my face
and the freshness of it all,
in the fragrance of the night
At the softness of the sound,
softness of the sound.
Oh oh oh
See two birds,
they are in love.
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Voor mijn Nederlandstalige vrienden:
Een stem klinkt door de boxen.
De woorden dwarrelen door de kamer.
De melodie is klein en fijn.
Het wordt muisstil.. en niet alleen in mij.
Tranen wellen op en langzaam vormt zich een stroompje over mijn wangen.
Dit lied, deze stem komt uit de hemel en versmelt volkomen met de hemel van mijn hart.
Voorbij de woorden, raakt de klank.
Voorbij de klank, raakt een niet te benoemen boodschap.
Voorbij deze boodschap, is een vereniging en herkenning in stilte.
Smelten, smelten...in overgave en ontroering.
Als de stem na het lied zwijgt, zwijgt alles met mij mee.
Geraakt, ontroerd en o zo vervuld van liefde en dankbaarheid.
Touched by an angel's voice bringing a message of God.
De stem komt van Swami Premo Durga.
De tranen van mij.
De tekst van het lied ontving ik later en deel ik graag:
See two birds on the wing
flying so high.
They are in love,
with existence.
Like the wind through the trees,
it just rained a little while.
I can hear the raindrops falling
from the leaves up on high.
Well it's the wind through the trees,
the rain in my face,
it's the freshness of it all
in the fragrance of the night.
At the softness of the sound,
the clearing of the sky.
Oh it's the heat in the air
a billion stars in the sky.
The beating of my heart,
oh yes the beating of my heart
knows that love wants to flow
and that life wants to live.
And that songs want to sing
and eyes want to melt,
into each other but alone,
in the emptiness of life.
Growing inside, growing wildly
and love is my freedom
oh I do love to care for
the flowers and the trees,
the rain in my face
and the freshness of it all,
in the fragrance of the night
At the softness of the sound,
softness of the sound.
Oh oh oh
See two birds,
they are in love.
Gwendolin
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