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An Invitation

 

The words may be pointers

 

Fingers motioning

 

Directing the eyes

 

Back to the moon

 

On a winters night

 

In February

 

 

 

Here is an invitation

 

To take one small step

 

Into That

 

 

 

Let the unknowning be your guide

 

Back to the land that birthed you

 

 

Then

 

 

A symphony of strings all rejoice

 

From an unknown source

 

Somewhere in the void

 

Behind the clouds

 

That the sun has chosen

 

To poke through

 

With amber fingers of light

 

That sweetly caress

 

The mountain pines

 

 

Reach out

 

Be taken by the hand

 

Gently reminded how to whirl

 

Like the dervish

 

Caught in the mountain creek current

 

Of living water

 

Spinning eternally

 

In the heart wheel of God

 

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