In this life you deem so quiet
Without glamour without noise
You stand among and be the offering
The fire of the one
The fire of the one

Where cold and harsh are constants
Where care’s reduced to I
Blinded self-satisfaction
The grab, to temper disquiet

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In the Joy of Devotion
In the movement of the one
In the Joy of Devotion
In the movement of the one
We are at-one.

Every move is your honouring
Every breath a surrender
No perfection
let it come let it go
You know love

Walking tender footsteps
of oh so many lives
a return to obedience
that we all may arise.

In the Joy of Devotion
In the movement of the one
In the Joy of Devotion
In the movement of the one
At-one.

In this dance of discipline
we know the magnitude of space
equal servants, graced.

In the Joy of Devotion
In the movement of the one
In the Joy of Devotion
In the movement of the one
At-one
At-one.