The tree of life a palm tree the residue of dreaming
The ecstatic movement of the morning dissolving
Into another reality
Attending the ceremony hearing the call the whistle the return of the soul
Where when and the night is falling
Friends let us drink in happiness let us pray in joy
this child is alive this child is whole this child found her path
there is a place where I go to lay my eggs in the middle of the night
a hidden place beyond the horizon
I see the eagle and the greatness soaring I see the panther and the blue eyes I see nothing expanding to everything
All in all we have come to accept death and life as parts of the same dimension
what is lying across is another dimension of total abandon…


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