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LIVING RADIANT HEART by Lana Maree Haas

Living Radiant Heart
it starts in a hut deep in the
winter woods
my feet on the ground  
cold
fists shaking the air 
frozen
sounds
mouth sounds howling 
mist

woolen threads unravel me here

a small shelter
feathers and trinkets
sticks and mud

spinning blue pearls
unending stitching
on a map
radiant and glistening
beating and visceral
sacred knots and knowing vessels
each round christened by a tear
a cluck cluck clucking
a clock

each one held in a holy longing
by the in: pulsing
of the connection
soul’s longing
wilding running leaping
song

living radiant heart

it starts in a bed
made of rivers and rocking chairs
masts of sailboats gliding through glass
over ghosts and spirits
laying sleepy
nothing to grasp
and I am finally
now: here
forever moving towards the one
we collide
merge

living radiant heart


Lana Maree Haas is a Kirtan Artist, Singer, Songwriter, and Poet. She is a massage therapist and also practices Reiki and Sound Healing using Reiki and her voice. All of her life she's had melodies coming to her, and through her. She loves singing, creating, and caring for people. She studied music as a child and young adult (singing and classical guitar). After her first CD "Stardust and Moonbeams" she attended a Spirit Voyage retreat in Costa Rica with Snatam Kaur and Guru Ganesha. She fell in love with chant and came home to form her band "The Sonic Mystics" a group of beautiful, chant-loving and talented musicians. They have been part of a formative movement to bring kirtan and chant to the midwest. Their fans kept asking for a CD, and "Riotous Singing!" was created and released in 2014. Track 3 "Peace and Harmony", which placed won a place in a Spirit Voyage contest, is featured and sung by Snatam Kaur on her album "Songs for Khalsa Youth Camp". Her poetry has always inspired her songwriting and chanting puts her in a space of pure creativity where words and sounds flow freely. Connect with Lana on Facebook, or listen to her music here.  


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