A hurricane of light appears.
Sparkling Winds of Rainbows ride and glide,
Glittering as they whirl the wastelands away.
�Away, away�, the mystic angels cry,
In sweet anthem of remembrance
Far from the soliloquy of insecurities
And fractured fronds of missed moments�
The Self reconnects with the silence
Needed to be still, in the sacred storms eye.
In this pause of peace, contentment lies,
As clarity of sight awakens,
To unveil crystalline landscapes of home
Hundreds of lotus petals of heaven earth and sky,
Dreams of planets and shinning ones
Lighting our visions and singing,
In a symphony of sound,
We dance and dance
Deep in the myths of the stars
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