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Post by bran_sinnach on Dec 2, 2006 20:38:47 GMT -5
Questing Spirit Come sit with me, In this circle of stones, And dream a dream, And journey with me.
Hear the leaves as they rustle, See, yet cannot truly see, A presence in a dependent slumber, Alike a door without a key.
Seeking, searching, Doubt an emotion I now leave behind, Seeking, searching, Fear an emotion I no longer comprehend.
Music primal and soaring, Drumbeat of the universe, Eerie cosmic winds singing, The sighing of unborn stars.
Focused to the ultimate point of trance I march to the tune of eternity's dance.
I navigate my own flight, Engrained thoughts, my insight, To leave behind my earthly shell, Delve deep within my depthless well.
I was the seeker, Many paths I have thread, I know now reality Not what I've read.
I am the master of my own mind, I am the master of my own destiny.
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Post by wren on Dec 2, 2006 21:12:57 GMT -5
Ah, bran, i have been there, too. I love this!
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