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An
awakening to dawn mist on the water,
flowing Spirit's streams to
God's alter,
purifying essence whistles
through the trees,
images of the sacred blowing
in the breeze.
Flights
of fancy from birds up high,
feathers of many colors
filtering through the sky,
sun, moon and stars envelops
Earth's dome,
we're all birds of a feather,
finding our way home.
Spectacle
of mesmerizing movements flashing in the mind,
melting pots of humans,
secrets hard to find,
love all embracing whispers
on the wind,
no physical presence, ecstasy
from a light dimmed.
Gifts of
joy enmeshed in music and dance,
visualizing images filtering
in a trance,
warriors in a drumbeat at
journeys end,
back to the womb of creation
enmeshed in a substance blend.
Wondrous
dreams in the stillness of the dark,
journey on uplifting voyages
in paradise park,
thunder and lightening points
the way,
a prelude to the land where
Soul's play.
Michael
Levy
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