Lyrics Seashore - Yonti Ma

I am walking on the seashore
With the birdies riding high

Won't you please
Come stand with me
On the seashore staring out at the sea

My gift to you is this openness
This channel
Through which light falls and words
Bloom on stalks of green memory

I do the work by turning daily
The compost of living
Striving to make the broken egg
The moldy leaf into dark earth
Alive enough to grow my shining heart

I am a soul farmer
Hauling tears in buckets
To water these words
Grown carefully in my garden

Fresh, fresh, fresh
Just for you

I am walking
On the seashore
With the birdies riding high