More Than A Therapist

In The Consolation of Philosophy, Boethius offers a profound reflection on the human journey towards wisdom and fulfillment.: "You, who seek the upward way, To lift your mind into the day; For who gives in and turns his eye, Back to darkness from the sky. Loses, while he looks below, All that up with him may go." What does it mean?

Melt Romance between a volcano and an iceberg Lyric: [Verse 1] Fire meets ice, a curious dance In a tropic flow Heatwave, melt romance In the twilight glow Cold freeze, warm embrace Nature starts to show Volcano, iceberg's grace Let's go, let's go, let's go [Chorus] We are, we are, we are, the weather's song We are, we are, we are, where we belong We are, we are, we are, the weather's song Volcano, iceberg, we belong, belong [Verse 2] Sunset, feel the heat In the ocean's sway Iceberg, hold the beat Tidal waves, they play Tremeors, heart will meet On this warm today Volcano, iceberg greet Let's stay, let's stay, let's stay [Chorus] We are, we are, we are, the weather's song We are, we are, we are, where we belong We are, we are, we are, the weather's song Volcano, iceberg, we belong, belong [Bridge] Love's pulse, nature's art In this vibrant day Elements, magic start Let's stay, let's stay [Chorus] We are, we are, we are, the weather's song We are, we are, we are, where we belong We are, we are, we are, the weather's song Volcano, iceberg, we belong, belong

Do not go gentle into that good night Rage! Rage! Against the dying of the light! Inspired by two of my favourite lines from Dylan Thomas' poem titled Do Not Go Gentle Into That Night, wanted to create a dance track that would also help one to get into a trance state. "Do not go gentle into that good night" is a poignant reminder of the human spirit's resilience. Through its evocative language and emotional depth, the poem inspires readers to confront death with defiance and to cherish the vibrancy of life until the very end. Cover art: Eye by M.C. Escher

Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep Do not stand at my grave and weep I am not there. I do not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow. I am the diamond glints on snow. I am the sunlight on ripened grain. I am the gentle autumn rain. When you awaken in the morning's hush I am the swift uplifting rush Of quiet birds in circled flight. I am the soft stars that shine at night. Do not stand at my grave and cry; I am not there. I did not die. Background Music: Nocturne In F Major, Op. 15, No. 1 by Cecile Licad Digital art inspired by John Everett Millais

L'amour dans la nuit Parfois, quand tu t'allonges près de moi, ton corps est toujours dans mes bras Je me retrouve à moitié amoureux de ton forme à peine respirante et à moitié amoureuse avec la source silencieuse et muette d'où tu viens. Je me trouve toucher tes lèvres avec les miennes sentir leur chaleur et baisser la tête pour entendre ta respiration et m'apaiser pour écouter au plus profond de toi la douce montée et la chute de la marée qui me dit tu es toujours libre d'aller et venir dans la vie, pour que je prenne ta main dans la mienne pour ressentir ton pouls et touche tes cheveux et caresse ta joue et bouge mes lèvres au vôtre pour sentir la chaleur émerger de votre moi intérieur et à tu vois, nous sommes toujours là et toujours engagés pour respirer ce monde ensemble. Toute la nuit comme ça, je me retrouve endormi et éveillé, tourné vers la lune puis je me suis tourné vers toi, ta chaleur m'invitant à te rapprocher et te laisse tranquille, toute la nuit je me retrouve incapable de choisir entre l'amour Je ressens pour toi à travers la proximité et le chagrin de devoir te laisser partir à travers la distance, de sorte qu'il semble Je ne peux respirer pleinement que dans le noir en t'accueillant et en te livrant dans ton rythme tranquille d'apparition et disparition, te laissant revenir dans ta respiration et dans ta respiration, ou tes phrases à moitié soupirées prononcées dans le noir, murmuré depuis le rêve dans lequel tu vis, pour que je mens entre le sommeil et le réveil, voyant que tu es là et rêvant que tu es parti, vouloir te tenir et vouloir te laisser partir, vivant loin en toi alors que tu respires près de moi, et vivre bien au-delà de toi, pendant que j'attends les heures de la nuit pour que tu te réveilles et retrouve-moi, la lumière dans tes yeux je rêve à moitié sur l'oreiller en me regardant et en me voyant enfin, ne sachant pas jusqu'où j'ai voyagé, par quel chemin je suis venu pour te trouver, où j'ai été, ou ce que j'ai vu, à quelle distance ou à quelle distance ; ne sachant pas comment Je t'ai gagné et perdu cent fois entre l'obscurité et l'aube. Poème de David Whyte

Melody in the Wind's Lament In twilight's sigh, where shadows creep, Beneath the moon's soft light, I keep. I am the echo in the silent stream, A fleeting vision in your dream. I am the rose, with petals pale, That whispers secrets in the gale. In every tear that softly falls, In whispered sighs within stone walls. I am the melody in the wind's lament, The fading hue when day is spent. A wistful glance in lover's eyes, A tear that falls from winter skies. Though time may pass and seasons fly, In memories, I'll never die. So, do not weep or say goodbye, For in your heart, forever I lie. Creative process and inspiration: The style of the poem was inspired by Emily Dickinson. I imagined I died but the one who loves me is left behind to grieve my absence. I am comforting him... that in spirit I'll always be with him. The cover art was inspired by Salvador Dalí's painting: Rose The title of my cover art is Desolate Rose. I'll let the viewer interpret the symbolic meaning and how it relates to the poem.

"If you can hold it in your head, you can hold it in your hands." - Bob Proctor *this really is the elegantly simply yet profoundly true wisdom about manifesting a life you desire* Watch the video version of this track with captions: https://youtu.be/NyQQH-qyhq8 This is my creative tribute to the late, great Bob who has given hope and solace to millions around the world with his uplifting words and profound wisdom. May your kind, beautiful soul rest in eternal peace. I'll always carry you in my heart Bob

Love in the Night Sometimes when you lie close to me, your body is so still in my arms I find myself half in love with your barely breathing form and half in love with the unspeaking silent source from which you come. I find myself touching your lips with mine to feel their warmth and bowing my head to hear your breath, and stilling myself to listen far inside you for the gentle rise and fall of the tide that tells me you are still free to come and go in life, so that I take your hand in mine to sense your pulse and touch your hair and stroke your cheek and move my lips to yours to feel the warmth emerging from your inward self and to see we are still here and still pledged to breathe this world together. Poem by David Whyte

I thought about kissing you today and yesterday and the day before that. I know I'll think about kissing you tomorrow and the day after that and some more days after those days. I think about kissing you slowly and tracing my fingers along your lips. I think about kissing you in your car, in the rain, on your doorstep. I think about kissing your dimple, your cheek, your spot. I think about kissing only you not anyone else just you.

When your eyes are tired the world is tired also. When your vision has gone no part of the world can find you. Time to go into the dark where the night has eyes to recognize its own. There you can be sure you are not beyond love. The dark will be your home tonight. The night will give you a horizon further than you can see. You must learn one thing. The world was made to be free in Give up all the other worlds except the one to which you belong. Sometimes it takes darkness and the sweet confinement of your aloneness to learn anything or anyone that does not bring you alive is too small for you. - "Sweet Darkness" by David Whyte In the words of David Whyte: This poem was written out of that very physical and almost breathless giving away most human beings feel when they must let go of what seems most precious to them, not knowing how or when it will return, in what form or in what voice - that taking away of the light, walking through divorce or separation, through bereavement or through simply not recognising the person looking back at us in the mirror. 'Sweet Darkness' was written in a kind of defiant praise of this difficult time of not knowing, a letter of invitation to embrace the beauty of the night and of the foundational human experience of not being able to see, as actually another horizon, and perhaps the only horizon out of which a truly new revelation can emerge.

In Love's Wake In dawn's gentle grasp, where silence lies, Remnants of the lost softly rise. Love lingers in the morning's hue, A memory, steadfast and true. With a spirit fierce, wild, and free, Your essence swirls in every sea. In waves that crash and tides that flow, Your strength in me, forever aglow. Words soft as night, a soothing spell, Whispering secrets the stars tell. In every glimmer, in moon's gentle sway, Your touch guides me, night and day. Wisdom whispers in the wind's soft sigh, Teaching tears of joy, the strength to try. In rustling leaves, in trees that sway, I learn to live, in love's array. In the sun's embrace, warm and bright, A journey of love, bathed in light. In every sunrise, in golden beams, I feel your presence, in my dreams. Passion's fire, in daylight's burn, Ignites a flame at every turn. In every spark, in radiant light, Your energy guides me through the night. In the ocean's depth, where secrets keep, Reflections of our love, so deep. In rolling waves, in the sea's embrace, I find your essence, your timeless grace. In every verse, in lines that rhyme, Your love endures, beyond time. Growing stronger with each new day, In my heart, you'll always stay. Image: Digital portrait of a contemporary Orpheus lamenting after losing his wife.

Beauty is the harvest of presence - the evanescent moment of seeing or hearing on the outside what already lives far inside us. Beauty is an achieved state of both deep attention and self-forgetting. - David Whyte Beauty requires three qualities: Integrity, Harmony and Radiance and the language of beauty according to Aristotle is Aesthetics In the video I narrate one of my favourite writer David Whyte's contemplation on Beauty and showcase some of my digital artwork inspired by photography of the late Rodney Smith, and painters like Andrew Wyeth (I created my own version of Christina's World - an evocative painting that fills me with longing and nostalgia) and John Everett Millais' Ophelia. Check out the full video at: https://youtu.be/P6c-SUoaBUk?si=eRbQ0_6TazEb9VTT

LOVER'S LAMENT In the depths of my heart, a melancholic tune Echoes through the chambers, like a mournful moon A love lost, a heartbreak so profound My soul aches, without a sound I wander through the city streets, alone A ghostly figure, with a heart of stone Memories flood my mind, of love once pure Now shattered, broken, and obscure I search for solace, in the depths of my soul But the pain lingers, like a black hole An abyss of emptiness, where love once thrived Now a void, where my heart has died Yet, through the pain, I find a glimmer of hope A chance to heal, to learn, to cope For love, like life, is a journey to behold And even in heartbreak, a new story can unfold Poem by Syeda Rahman Cover art: Claire Reina Circe Cajal

Guided Visualisation by Syeda Rahman

I only see myself coming and going for you I only see myself wishing and looking for you even if I falter everywhere in this world isn't it because I see nothing but you? Love poem by Rumi Artwork by Audrey Kawasaki

This track was inspired by the poem NEW LOVE, NEW LIFE by Amy Levy She, who so long has lain Stone-stiff with folded wings, Within my heart again The brown bird wakes and sings. Brown nightingale, whose strain Is heard by day, by night, She sings of joy and pain, Of sorrow and delight. 'Tis true, - in other days Have I unbarred the door; He knows the walks and ways- Love has been here before. Love blest and love accurst Was here in days long past; This time is not the first, But this time is the last.

The More Loving One by W. H. Auden Looking up at the starts, I know quite well That, for all they care, I can go to hell... Were all stars to disappear or die, I should learn to look at an empty sky And feel its total dark sublime, Though this might take me a little time.

This track was inspired by the lyrics from Amaarae's song: I miss you most of all More than anybody else I get emotional At the thought of you I need you here right now I don't wanna be with nobody else And though you're my other half I want all of you Oh I think it's safe to say I don't want this love any other way I want all your time and your attention All this time you're what I've been missing I have a confession, don't take it personal I have a confession, so you've gotta listen Confessions, don't take them personal I have to confess that you're all I've been missing

i carry your heart with me i carry your heart with me (i carry it in my heart) i am never without it (anywhere i go you go, my dear; and whatever is done by only me is your doing, my darling)                                   i fear no fate (for you are my fate, my sweet) i want no world (for beautiful you are my world, my true) and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant and whatever a sun will always sing is you here is the deepest secret nobody knows (here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows higher than soul can hope or mind can hide) and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart i carry your heart (i carry it in my heart) Image: The Fisherman & the Syren by Frederic Leighton

MOON MADE UP OF HONEY on the days you decided you were still in this with me, ancient trees leaned in to my touch will-o'-the-wisps swarmed around me; butterflies made nests in my hair; falling stars tangled in my eyelashes; nectar oozed from my fingertips; & even oceans feared the multitudes in me. Music and vocals by Syeda Rahman

Song by Dylan Thomas Love me, not as the dreaming nurses My falling lungs, nor as the cypress In his age the lass's clay. Love me and lift your mask. Love me, not as the girls of heaven Their airy lovers, nor the mermaiden Her salty lovers in the sea. Love me and lift your mask. Love me, not as the ruffling pigeon The tops of trees, nor as the legion Of the gulls the lip of waves. Love me and lift your mask. Love me, as loves the mole his darkness And the timid deer the tigress: Hate and fear be your two loves. Love me and lift your mask. Music & vocals by Syeda Rahman

Love Poem by Amanda Lovelace "I'm not sure if this makes any sense, but you make me forget what it feels like to miss someone I was never allowed to call mine. Are you antidote or my poison?" Narration and music by Syeda Rahman

Promotional clip for my new online course Nidra - Spiritual Art of Sleep and Dream. Buy it at: https://www.udemy.com/course/nidra-spiritual-art-of-sleep-and-dream/?referralCode=DD3B2CBEB3D42695DC3A Course outline: What is sleep and what is dreaming? The epidemic of sleep and dream loss Circadian rhythms, BRAC, sleep stages and chronotypes Insomnia - etiology and evaluation Management and treatment of insomnia What is 'body, mind and bed noise' and how to manage it Substantiate the negative consequences of long term use of sleeping pills CBT-I: Evidence-based insomnia interventions used by therapists Transpersonal dimensions of sleep Yoga Nidra, Lucid and Liminal Dreaming Dream incubation and interpretation Oneirogens: herbs and roots, OBEs, consciousness hacking

Poem by Pablo Neruda Narrated by Syeda Rahman

Alan Watts is one of my favourite human beings. I wanted to pay tribute to this luminary's profound inspiring words. His lectures have changed my life and hope his words will change yours too.

Narrated by Syeda Rahman

Recital by Syeda Rahman

Recited by Syeda Rahman

Words by Alan Watts Narrated by Syeda Rahman