wears it all away.
As water through the canyon sways
the mountains to forget their stone-cold spires.
While too much fire burns all life away.
We've rarely ever faced the deep at all.
A species too afraid to take the fall.
Deluded in their thinking while
the ancient masters call without reply.
Many levels blending back to one.
The knots of the complexity undone.
It's simple, like a pet in need of food.
We live in hope of nurturing the good.
Recognizing deep within our hearts
the need for love to reunite
the lonely, lost disjointed parts.
For we are one beneath the many masks.
Creating unity our task.
Discovering again the mystery.
Within the mists where magic plays.
Extending nights into the days.
Where all the best of dreams stay true.
Somehow inside, we always knew.
It has to be the love
that really matters...
? Michaelette ?
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