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Breath of Life
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I am poised between being bound, and the movement of Spring. Bound like sleeping beauty who is released by love's kiss into the violent passion of Spring. Bound as in the cosmic egg, which exploded when the cosmos was hatched. Explosive moment of creation - moving dynamically chaotically.
The First Mountain rises in sight.
The Mountain Sis na jin rises in sight.
The Chief of the Mountain rises in sight,
Like the Most High Power it rises in sight.
Like the Most High Power Whose Ways Are Beautiful it rises in sight.
The First Mountain near you is beautiful as it rises up. . . .
The First Mountain near you is a sacred mountain as it rises up. . . .
The First Mountain to which we travel etc. . . ..
The First Mountain we reach. . . .
The First Mountain we climb. . . .
The First Mountain we travel over. . . .
The First Mountain where we stand on the summit. . . .
The First Mountain we camp on. . . .
Tsun bey dzil gaye a'desdai
The First Mountain rises in sight.
The Mountain Sis na jin rises in sight.
The Chief of the Mountain rises in sight,
Like the Most High Power it rises in sight.
Like the Most High Power Whose Ways Are Beautiful it rises in sight.
The First Mountain near you is beautiful as it rises up. . . .
The First Mountain near you is a sacred mountain as it rises up. . . .
The First Mountain to which we travel etc. . . ..
The First Mountain we reach. . . .
The First Mountain we climb. . . .
The First Mountain we travel over. . . .
The First Mountain where we stand on the summit. . . .
The First Mountain we camp on. . . .
Tsun bey dzil gaye a'desdai
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United States
Music:
rockin music
Books:
open books
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May the moon softly restore you by night,/
May the rain wash away any worries you may have,/
And the breeze blow new strength into your being,/
And then, all the days of your life,/
May you walk gently through the world,/
and know its beauty and yours."
As I foretold you, were all spirits and
Are melted into air, into thin air;
And like the baseless fabric of this vision,
The cloud-cappd towers, the gorgeous palaces,
The solemn temples, the great globe itself,
Yea all which it inherit, shall dissolve
And like this insubstantial pageant faded,
Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff
As dreams are made on, and our little life
Is rounded in a sleep."