[female] Under the clamor, a low note stays, A hum in the hull where the water leans. The mast draws arcs through the morning gray. I feel the whole boat move beneath me. The wind can turn in the space of a song. I can turn with it and keep my bearings. My hips know how to make room for a wave. My feet know the weight they’re carrying. A thought can cross the length of my mind Like a tern whose shadow slips over the deck. I watch it pass and come back to the salt Drying in little white lines on my neck. The hour ahead can take its own shape. This one is warm where the sunlight lands. I let the cup be the weight of the cup. I feel the small heat fill both my hands. [Both] The quiet has a pulse, I feel it in my bones. My heart has room to love And a rhythm of its own. The Source moves through my ribs Like the tide beneath the keel. I belong inside this body. I can choose what I make real. [male] When you say, “Sit with me a little,” I set my tools down by the door. You tell me what the day stirred up. I hear a thing I missed before. You ask what I’ve been holding in. I take my time and tell you true. The light goes amber on the cabin wall. I put my open hand beside you. [female] I lay my palm in yours and feel The groove your wedding ring has made. I can love you with my whole warm heart And take the time my own truth takes. Some days the truest word is yes. Some days my love has the shape of a line. I feel the strength in saying it gently. I feel the ease when you honor mine. [Both] The quiet has a pulse, I feel it in my bones. My heart has room to love And a rhythm of its own. The Source moves through my ribs Like the tide beneath the keel. I belong inside this body. I can choose what I make real. [female] I used to give the coming hour A hundred endings in my head. Now I can hear the spoon touch porcelain. I can taste the butter on my bread. And when an old alarm wakes in my chest, I feel how fiercely it learned to care. I rest my hand where it beats the hardest. I give that part of me a little air. My oversoul feels near as warmth In the crease where thumb and finger meet. I feel the wider life I belong to In the simplest pleasure of being here. A little room opens behind my eyes. The muscles along my jaw let go. I hear a true note take its place The way one voice can settle a chord. [male] I warm your feet between my hands While you tell me what you want to make. I know that look when an idea lands. I love the room you let it take. I pull the lamp down where you can see. You spread your pages across our bed. By midnight there’s a shape to the thing That was only a glimmer when you came in. [Both] Here is the ease of a loosened jaw. Here is the strength of a level gaze. Here is the love with its sleeves rolled up, The kind that can meet an ordinary day. We hold the center when the deck rolls. We feel each other and keep our feet. My peace can move and still be mine. Your heart can love and still beat free. Sha Na Ri E Lia Sha, Low as the water under wood. Sha Na Ri E Lia Sha, I give my weight to where I stood. Sha Na Ri E Lia Sha, A living warmth beneath my skin. Sha Na Ri E Lia Sha, I feel my own life from within. The quiet has a pulse, I feel it in my bones. My heart has room to love And a rhythm of its own. The Source moves through my ribs Like the tide beneath the keel. I belong inside this body. I can choose what I make real. [female] The last light settles on the deck. My fingers uncurl one by one. I feel my heart take up its room. I let the day be done.
