THE LAND WHERE SOULS PLAY. By Michael Levy


An awakening to dawn mist on the water,
flowing Spirit's streams to God's alter,
purifying essence whistles through the trees,
images of the sacred blowing in the breeze.

Flights of fancy from birds up high,
feathers of many colors filtering through the sky,
sun, moon and stars envelops Earth's dome,
we're all birds of a feather, finding our way home.

Spectacle of mesmerizing movements flashing in the mind,
melting pots of humans, secrets hard to find,
love all embracing whispers on the wind,
no physical presence, ecstasy from a light dimmed.

Gifts of joy enmeshed in music and dance,
visualizing images filtering in a trance,
warriors in a drumbeat at journeys end,
back to the womb of creation enmeshed in a substance blend.

Wondrous dreams in the stillness of the dark,
journey on uplifting voyages in paradise park,
thunder and lightening points the way,
a prelude to the land where Soul's play.

Real Dream by Loriel Golden

Oh, Friend, I cannot tell you if he was real...or in a dream..
Like a vein of lightening, I chained the darkness
I devoured his liquid face
My mouth became melody,
turned into a thousand shimmering silent songs
My voice a celestial waterfall of harpstrings strummed
My fingertips glowed
My feet grew wings
My eyes saw all forms as one eternal radiance
My heart beat so quickly..and stopped...
and did not care if it never beat again...
Oh. Friend, I cannot tell you...
But it is an open secret!

One (Author Unknown)

As the soot and dirt and ash rained down,
We became one color.
As we carried each other down the stairs of the
burning building,
We became one class.
As we lit candles of waiting and hope,
We became one generation.
As the firefighters and police officers fought their
way into the inferno,
We became one gender.
As we fell to our knees in prayer for strength,
We became one faith.
As we whispered or shouted words of encouragement,
We spoke one language.
As we gave our blood in lines a mile long,
We became one body.
As we mourned together the great loss,
We became one family.
As we cried tears of grief and loss,
We became one soul.
As we retell with pride of the sacrifice of heroes,
We become one people.

We are
One color
One class
One generation
One gender
One faith
One language
One body
One family
One soul
One people

We are The Power of One.
We are United.
We are America.

Michael Levy Author, Poet, Philosopher. Etc.
 Web Site        www.pointoflife.com  

Books "What is the Point" and "Minds of Blue Souls of Gold" Read & enjoy.


COPYRIGHT MARCH 1999

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