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BeardHeaven
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The procession
In a churchyard, With a spire,
I conspired to drift, higher, to another place, altogether different from here. Around a star of Ursa minor, I could find nothing Finer than moon dust, to make haste, my chase. Upon landing, I met the one, from within, does his kingdom come, many times a prince. Come join the line, a procession of time, a feathered serpents dance or mime, sublime. A trickster, trip or tear, took us there, to observe the cosmic dance, advance to the center. As worlds collide, all circle’s are tied, within movements allied, as all becomes one, knowing is won. Insight to me came, seeing from this plain. As the grass reached the sky, and the earth spirits cried, there was no me left to wonder why. Come join the line, the precession of the equinoxes, the feathered serpents, Dance or mime, Sublime. d.white 5th November 2007-11-05 Last edited by Esaz666; Nov 5, 2007 at 08:18 PM. |
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