Counselling With Coaching

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...

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 g...

"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 an...

Love in the Night 🖤 Check out the video version of this poem here 👉 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-gNUq_Ma71s 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...

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...

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...

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, i...

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 W...

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 lin...

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...

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 missin...

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...

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...

"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

*Translated in Brazilian Portuguese - see below* E agora você é meu. Descanse com o seu sonho no meu sonho. Amor, dor e trabalho deveriam todos dormir agora. A noite gira sobre suas rodas invisíveis, e você é puro ao meu lado como uma brasa adormecida. Ninguém mais, o amor, dormirá nos meus sonhos. Você irá, nós iremos juntos sobre as águas do tempo. Ninguém mais viajará pelas sombras comigo. Só v...

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