An opening in space as the voice of self calls
in the distance like a genie in a bottle,
Begging and whispering for the stillness to prevail,
Sighing at every loss in the moment of a transparent story,
And smiling when home is present or found.
An old clock begins to miss its beat,
As the chirping bird never misses hers,
A call into the darkness where all reflection of light is given,
As the shadows dance with form.
One simple song for all,
With a million threads all singing,
Then falling back and back again,
Into trueness and peace.
Vastness in an open door ,
Fear and excitement at stepping through,
Only to see a lone gatekeeper,
Welcoming all with open arms.
Searching and fumbling,
For a space in time,
Which can’t be found,
Shhh, don’t make a sound
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They were fools to interrupt this day My day Where I was to be wed to the man I love Did they not think I would be armed Did they not thin... -
Pick up trucks Dirt roads Hauling a heavy load Build funce Feed cows Put down straw So goats can lay down Farm life is good life Fqrm life...
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Good night tippy hippie Sweet dreams and good vibes Jive with your dreams tonight Slumber away Lay in your bed The stars in the sky The m...
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