How did I fall?
I must have asked for the call
I went with a man
Who showed me how
I feel like I'm landing
On this ground that's so stable
A soft thudded land
The reds are so vivid
The yellows shine in a radiant flame
Dancing the music of mine and your name
Our names were given by the Gods we call
Our heroes and mentors
That we adore and obey
We ask for their guidance and call the Gods from our past
The ancient Gods who walked these lands
Just like all of us do
My God is that of a nature source
Powerful and wise
She doesn't like to be seen
She wears an invisible disguise
The ether I see, the nothing of in between
My source is the humming, vibrational wind.
Ear drums listen to the hum
One is silent, the other is sound.
The yin and yang
The sun and the moon
The man and woman
About the Creator
Love words and their origin. Like poetry. Rumi is my favorite.
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