We walk within the Dreaming Lands,
to look upon the face of love.
The Ancient Gods upon our breath,
our beating hearts the Mothers’ Drum.

We dance in the spiraled rhythm of knowing:
(What was pain before is now our strength.)
We climb to the zenith of our understanding,
to cast our gaze across the great expanse.

Where does our love now choose to lead us?
How can we know what is to be???
We trust the strangeness of our hearts,
and move to brush against the Mystery.

Awakened are we, within this dream.
Only now before us the path is seen.
The light of our hearts made strong shines brightly,
and guides us, eternally, toward the infinite.

©2001

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