The Blue Green Hills of Earth

words and music by Kim Oler

For the earth forever turning,
For the land, for skies and sea,
To our Source we sing returning
Home to our blue green hills of earth.

For the mountains, hills and pastures
In their silent majesty
For the stars, for all the heavens
Sing we our joyful praise to Thee.

For the sun, for rain and thunder,
For the seasons’ harmony,
For our lives, for all creation
Sing we our joyful praise to Thee.

For the earth forever turning,
For the land which gave us birth,
To our Source we sing returning
Home to the blue green hills of earth.

© 1991 Kim Oler

from Missa Gaia by Paul Winter

A  Beautiful  New  Volume

from

Tibet House  Publications

The Illustrated Life Story of the Dalai Lama of Tibet

Man  of  Peace

by

William Meyers,  Robert Thurman,  &  Michael G. Burbank

illustrated by

Steve Buccellato, Donald Hudson, Kinsun Loh, Miranda Meeks,  &  Andrey Pervukhin

Published by

Tibet House USA

22 West 15th Street

New York  NY  10011

www.tibethouse.us

© 2016 Tibet House US

As Close As Memory Restored

As Close As Memory Restored

by  David Ish

 

You are as close to me as memory restored.

So close the closeness cannot be ignored.

You come to mind, and with your presence blind

With flooded light and peace I find

Whatever task before me gets a portion more

Of loving than it ever got before.

You are as close to me as memory restored.

Memories come at first of you and me

With our bodies being free

And giving lovingly

Our being through our bodies’ door,

Oh, merging union of the more!

You are as close to me as memory restored.

Then memory moves to deeper core,

Earth memories fading from the fore

Beyond memories of all that’s gone before

To memory’s memorable certainty

Of absolutely being, free.

You are as close to me as memory restored.

And from this memory there is no rest

It is the final memory and the best

That I remembered from those brief hours, blessed.

Of memory there’s nothing more.

You are as close to me as memory restored. 
 

from  End of Sorrow

poetry by David Ish and Lloyd Meeker