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Come

by Rosemary Meran

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talks
Activity
Meditation
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Everyone
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Come is a spoken invocation of closeness and remembrance, part of the album Bálsamo. This piece is an intimate call to rest, to draw near, and to be met exactly as you are. Come speaks to the weary heart—the one that has traveled far, endured loss, carried bruises, and yet continues to long, to dream, to love. Through imagery of rivers, galaxies, brokenness, and beauty, the poem invites the listener into a space of deep recognition, where wounds are not erased but honored, and where devotion arises naturally from presence and tenderness. Come is a meditation on being seen and held—by life, by love, by the sacred feminine that writes her story upon the body and calls us by our true name. A practice for moments of exhaustion, vulnerability, and quiet surrender, where listening becomes communion, and nearness becomes healing. Rosemary Merán: Lyrics and vocals James Boag: Vocals Juan Dahik: Music

Transcript

Come,

Sit close to me.

Let us bridge the gaps between our hearts.

You've traveled far to be here,

Listening to your voice in mine.

You've toiled,

You've bruised so deeply,

And now your lips carry the lines of ancient sons that came and went without a promise of return.

I feel your dreams like rapids,

Turbulent,

Fast-flowing into rivers of untold passions,

Emerging and merging with the sea of your longings.

I see your hands,

Your eyes,

The outline of your body,

Whole and holy,

Like a sacred prayer placed upon my heart.

I know your nights,

Your days,

Your spiraling galaxies of stars and moons and of loss.

I feel the broken corners of your heart,

Tender,

Open,

Bleeding,

Recounting times when you could not see,

And you could not hear,

And you could not touch.

You have been the fall,

Without the breath,

A tomorrow vanished unseen,

The tragedy of crashing hard without hands to hold you underneath.

Yet I know about the beauty that arose from the seed of your despair,

And I also see the brushed strokes of miracles in your eyes.

I see magenta sunrises and sunsets trailing behind you,

Embracing all the spaces and traces and places where you dwell.

The eternal sound lives in your voice,

Your veins,

Your arms,

Your senses all adorn this existence.

The goddess,

She offers herself to you,

And in your skin she writes her story,

And in this story,

In this story,

She calls you love.

Meet your Teacher

Rosemary MeranNew York, NY, USA

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