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Rebecca’s Song
Now is the time to be mindful of light
to keep the flame going, to give up the fight
for life is a pleasure, it’s not meant for pain
let go of the struggle and dance once again
For you all have an angel who sits at your side,
who waits for your calling, who hears every cry
she’s there at your service, there as your guide,
so call her, she’s waiting with arms open wide.
The God that you’re seeking needs not to be sought
you’re already one like the sea and the salt
the Source is within you, the force is at hand
it’s been in your soul since your life began.
So rejoice, my child, in the gifts that you have—
the light of the world is the torch in your hand
and when you get beyond your fear and your pain,
you’ll see God in the being who goes by your name.
©1993 Jan Phillips
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YOU ARE THE RIVER, I AM THE FLOW
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Do not complain,
your gifts are so many
you have breath and sight
and life all around
don’t let yourself worry
or dwell on what’s missing
for all that you need already abounds
Chorus:
And I hold you like sunshine and bright colored flowers
I am one with you always,
I never let go
wherever you journey,
I journey beside you
for you are the river
and I am the flow.
There is food for the hungry,
you need only to share it
all truth is revealed,
you need only to see
each soul I’ve created
contains all the heavens
I am there in your midst,
look around you, that’s me
Chorus
Others may tell you
your sins keep us separate
they’ll speak of the miles
between heaven and earth
but I tell you, my child,
there’s no distance between us
I’m the light of your fire,
you’re the sound of my breath
Chorus
© Jan Phillips 1994
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The Conversation
You are my spirit and I call on you
to help me remember what I know
you are the force that keeps me moving on,
when my memory of our oneness starts to go
you are the flame that lights the path I walk
the guide whose hand I need to lead me home
take me in your arms and lead me through the dark
to the spring from which all healing waters flow
I am the one whose hand is in your hand
I will lead you down whatever path you choose
I am your guardian, I’m your dearest friend
I’m your deepest intuition, I’m your muse
I am the voice that calls you to the Light,
the truest of the voices that you hear
and every time you call on me I’m there for you
I’m always at your side, I’m always near.
Then do you have the answers I am looking for?
All the answers that you seek, you have inside
How am I to know if what I choose is right?
If you’ve chosen out of love, love will abide
and when I feel the darkness of the world in me,
what am I to do with all my grief?
My child, your world is only what you say it is
if you call it dark, then dark is what will be.
How am I to know what I am here to do?
Just be who you are, the doing will get done
How can I get past the fear of what’s to come?
All that fear will disappear once you’ve begun
How can I remember I am of the light
when there’s hunger and hardship all around?
Take the hand of everyone you’re walking with
and the love you feel will spread that light around
© 1993 Jan Phillips
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Hello Again
I never thought I’d write another love song,
or sing another song about goodbye
but what am I to do with all these feelings here for you
that make me want to sing and stay awhile?
The day is moving closer to tomorrow,
and the hours left for sharing seem so few
as my spirit is arising to face a new horizon
my mind is finding ways to say hello again to you
The seasons change, the leaves they fell
and never shed a tear
they have a way of letting go when dying time is near
they have a way of knowing as they’re falling to the earth
that every kind of dying is another kind of birth
so hello again, I’ll see you in the spring time,
I’ll see your face in every bud I find
out of winter’s chilly sorrow
grows a bright and green tomorrow
where I’ll hold you like a flower in the palm of my mind
the caterpillar wraps herself in darkness for a time
while her tiny wings starts growing
and her colors get defined
I hope to learn my lessons from the simple things I see
there’s growing times, and sowing times
and time to set things free
so hello again I’ll see you in the summer
I’ll be the breeze that comforts you at night
and when summer turns to fall
I’ll be beside you through it all
though my hands have let you go, you know
my mind still holds you tight.
© Jan Phillips 1993
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For the Light of You
I’ll wake you with the sound of angels singing,
I will take you to the place where we have wings to fly,
I’ll make you purple ribbons from the morning sky
and weave for you a sweet bouquet
of flowers found along the way
I’ll bring you all the colors of the rainbow
and I’ll sing you every love song I have ever known,
I’ll queen you with a crown of golden stardust
and a garland made of moonbeams mixed with lace
do you know that I’ve seen heaven in your face?
I’ll fold you in my arms if you are frightened
I’ll console you if the shadows overcome the light
I’ll hold you as you’ve held me through the darkest night
I’ll be the moon and stars for you,
the rising sun, the morning dew
I love you wildly like a fire raging in the night,
and mildly like candle flame that’s burning bright,
inside me is more joy than I have ever known
you found me in the dark and brought me home,
for the light of you I’m grateful evermore.
© 1993 Jan Phillips
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Thank You For Your Kindness
When I’m walking down the road some days and see the setting sun
there’s a question in my mind sometimes about what I’ve left undone
I wonder if I’ve made it clear to those I’ve left behind
just how very much I feel you here and hold you in my mind
and I want to say thank you for your kindness, thank you for your dreams
the love that you are sending rushes through me like a stream
it flows into my morning hours and takes me through the day
at night it’s like a candle lighting up my way
I’m heading for the mountaintop, moving toward the light
and the truth that I was seeking is moving into sight
I know I had it with me long before I started out,
but I’m learning from the bottom up what faith is all about
and I want to say thank you for believing, thank you for your love
I’m soaring on the breezes, flying like a dove
if it weren’t for all you’ve given me, the strength you’ve handed down
I never would have found the wings to get me off the ground
and though I’m often by myself, I never feel alone
your spirit’s here beside me and I feel like I’m at home
when I hear the songs we used to sing, I know you’re doing well
and it feels just like a miracle near as I can tell
and I want to say thank you for your goodness, thank you for your care
there’s some who call it energy and some who call it prayer
but there’s something to this spirit that’s holy as it’s free
and this journey that I’m making is for you as well as me.
©1983 Jan Phillips
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There’s Always the Goodbyes
There’s always the goodbyes,
but at the end of every dream the sun will rise,
the morning star will take the darkness
from our dawning eyes
oh give us back the wings we need to fly
Comes time for leaving, I start feeling the pain,
my mind starts remembering
all the good times again
champagne in the moonlight,
dancing in the rain
my reasons for leaving are leaving me again
Oh the dreams, they keep changing
as night turns into day,
it’s hard to keep moving on,
but it’s just as hard to stay—
there’s no way of knowing
what’s the best way to be going,
there’s times you never know until you’re gone.
Sometimes I feel like a child again,
sometimes I feel so old—
there’s days when doubt gets the best of me,
days when I’m fearless and bold,
but I’m open for the learning,
try to keep my candle burning
it’s not as easy or as hard as I’ve been told.
© 1983 Jan Phillips
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Call Me
Call me, call me from your breasts of mountains,
mama, call me from your back of rolling hills,
call me from your redwood arms a-reaching,
mama, call me, call me fire to the chill.
Call me, from your ocean waves and wonders, mama,
call me from your islands in the sea,
call me from your eagle’s nest a-hidin, mama,
call me, call my wings forth, call me free.
Call me from your northern winds a-blowing,mama,
call me from beneath your frozen streams,
call me from the heart of every glacier mama,
call me, call and wake me from this dream
Call me from your jungles fires a-flaming, mama,
call me from your ashes left behind,
call me from your heart while it’s still beating, mama,
call me, I am yours and you are mine.
© 1993 Jan Phillips
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One
One with the buffalo, one with the bear
One with the meadow, one with the mare,
One with the redwood, one with the rock
One with the eagle, one with the hawk.
One with the blue sky, one with the storm
One with the winter, one with the warm
One with the thunder, one with the rain
One with the laughter, one with the pain.
One with the shadow, one with the light
One with the sunrise, one with the night
One with the sorrow, one with the joy
One with the fullness, one with the void.
One with the mystery, one with the doubt
One with the famine, one with the drought,
One with the homeless, one with the king,
One with the angel, one with the wing
One with the harvest, one with the seed
One with the marshland, one with the reed
One with the sugar, one with the cane
One with the loss and one with the pain.
One with the hero, one with the whore,
One with the rich man, one with the poor
One with the marrow, one with the bone
One with the hunger, one with the moan.
One with the sparrow, one with the song,
One with the righteous, one with the wrong,
One with the morning, one with the dew,
One with the mountain, one with the view.
One with the newborn, one with the breast
One with the outcast, one with the guest
One with the palace, one with the cell
One with the bucket, one with the well.
One with the seeker, one with the sought,
One with the teacher, one with the taught
One with the trinket, one with the jewel
One with the master, one with the fool.
One with the lover, one with the loved,
One with the vulture, one with the dove,
One with the diamond, one with the coal,
One with the beggar, one with the bowl.
One with the desert, one with the dust,
One with the iron, one with the rust,
One with the heavens, one with the earth
One with the labor, one with the birth.
One with the bridegroom, one with the bride,
One with the blind man, one with the guide
One with the vision, one with the eye,
One with the knowing, one with the why.
One with the shining, one with the star,
One with the battle, one with the scar,
One with the music, one with the flute,
One with the branches, one with the root.
One with the daughter, one with the son,
One with the convict, one with the nun
One with the mountain, one with the awe
One with the forest, one with the saw.
One with the infant, one with the crone
One with the feather, one with the bone
One with the master, one with the slave
One with the water, one with the wave.
One with the seer, one with the seen
One with the dreamer, one with the dream
One with the garden, one with the bud
One with the chalice, one with the blood.
One with the meaning, one with the word
One with the spider, one with the bird
One with the spirit, one with the soul
One with the part, one with the whole.
One with the dying, one with all life,
One with the wounded, one with the knife
One with the other, one with the ONE
One with all beings under the sun.
© 2001 Jan Phillips
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I Will Not Leave You Comfortless
I will not leave you comfortless,
I will not leave you alone
I am the air you breathe in
I’m the light of every star and every dawn.
©2001 Jan Phillips
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O Come Round
O come round, come round me
come round, come round, come round
O come round, come round me,
come round, come round, come round.
O come joy, come round me...
O come peace, come round me....
O come love, come round me....
O come friends, come round me…
O come grace come round me ...
O come light come round me ...
©2001 Jan Phillips
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Alphabet Mantra
Like the all in the oneness,
Like the branch and the vine
Like the call and the answer
Like the drink and the wine
Like the earth and the heavens
Like the forest and trees
Like the gate and the pathway
Like the hawk and the breeze
Like the iris and petals
Like the jewel and the mine
Like the known and the knowing
Like the laugh and the line
Like moonlight and darkness
Like nowhere and near
Like the oak and the acorn
Like pain and the tear
Like the quest and the seeker
Like rain and the flower
Like the sea and the islands
Like time and the hour
Like union and yearning
Like the vision and view
Like waves and the water
So I am to you.
So I am to you, Love
And you are to me
We dwell in each other
Like salt in the sea.
O alleluia, o alleluia
O alleluia, o alleluia.
©2001 Jan Phillips
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The Artist's Creed
I believe I am worth the time it takes to create whatever I feel called to create.
I believe that my work is worthy of its own space, which is worthy of the name Sacred.
I believe that, when I enter this space, I have the right to work in silence, uninterrupted, for as long as I choose.
I believe that the moment I open myself to the gifts of the Muse, I open myself to the Source of All Creation and become One With the Mother of Life Itself.
I believe that my work is joyful, useful and constantly changing, flowing through me like a river with no beginning and no end.
I believe that what it is I am called to do will make itself known when I have made myself ready.
I believe that the time I spend creating my art is as precious as the time I spend giving to others.
I believe that what truly matters in the making of art is not what the final piece looks like or sounds like, not what it is worth or not worth, but what newness gets added to the universe in the process of the piece itself becoming.
I believe that I am not alone in my attempts to create, and that once I begin the work, settle into the strangeness, the words will take shape, the form find life, and the spirit take flight.
I believe that as the Muse gives to me, so does she deserve from me: faith, mindfulness and enduring commitment.
The Artist's Creed is published as a poster (14x18 inches) with the text overlaid on the same color photograph as the Marry Your Muse book cover. $15 by mail. Wholesale orders please inquire.
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