From the recording The Slipstream
Lyrics
GOLDEN THREAD
You’re invited to
An incantation
An ancient art
Of a spirit’s making
Nature knows
No-one’s spared
Don’t be scared
Three is a charm
But the first and second
Are only perfect
Upon reflection
Yes, so slow
Let it rise
The weary world
Transcend the wise as
The GOLDEN THREAD within
It winds its way
Through every vein
The blood
The breath
The space
The GOLDEN THREAD within
It marks its way
The weave
It intersects
At truth and faith
Hear that
The chant is a constant presence
The frequency not too far
And when you find the tune
Steady now
It’s welcoming you
Suspended in the immensity
No beginning
Void of finality
Heart of hearts
Dream of dreams
Crossing into fields and realms
The GOLDEN THREAD within
It winds its way
Through every vein
The blood
The breath
The space
The GOLDEN THREAD within
It marks its way
The weave
It intersects
At truth and faith
All ascending and descending
Melt into the feeling
In between
But pure of centre
Magic
You’re invited to
An incantation
An ancient art
Of a spirit’s making
Nature knows
No-one’s spared
Don’t be scared
The GOLDEN THREAD within
It winds its way
Through every vein
The blood
The breath
The space
The GOLDEN THREAD within
It marks its way
The weave
It intersects
At truth and faith
K. Jacobsen 2022 ©Kurly Queen