This is a song that I wrote while bicycling yesterday. Well, I wrote the first verse while bicycling, because it sprang up, with its tune, as bicycle songs will do. I wrote the verse down on the margin of an event program I happened to have in my bicycle pouch. I wrote the second two verses today, sitting in my garden.
Permission
You don’t need permission
for you always have permission
to be you
You don’t need to worry
for inside you know most surely
what is true
Each moment is a work of art
to which you bring your own true heart
Your heart will tell you truly what to do.
No need to be guessing
if your long-awaited blessing
will come through
Everything you’re longing for
has always been here, and belonged
to you
Within the bud the flower grows
The time will come when it will show
Your garden blossoms plentiful and true.
So across your landscape
May you reap your understanding
Ever new
No need for pretending
for your heart will keep ascending
guiding you
to everything you’re meant to be,
to do the work that sets you free
and shines you forth as royal, pure, and true.
©Wendy Mulhern
July 10, 2011
July 10, 2011
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