The Land Where Souls Play
Many Thanks to Michael Levy
for his contribution!
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.
