Monday, May 24, 2010

Mystical Moments

He is beautiful, strong and black as the crow that calls my name at 3am to go on a mystical ride.
We fly together and sing-off key and no one cares.
He comforts and tells me not to fear that I am strong, brave and I will be a success.
He says I am vessel, and people will hear their thoughts and cleanse their tears and come alive again and not merely assist, but fly like us.
They will become apart of the sky,rivers, streams and train tracks as they ride on their journeys.
They will sing we are one, we are reflections of the greatest one; the beam within.

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