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THE LAND WHERE SOULS PLAY
An awakening to
dawn mist on the water,
flowing Spirit's streams to God's altar,
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 drum beat 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.
poem by Michael
Levy, Copyright © March, 1999
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This Poem is from his new book,
"Enjoy Yourself It's Later Than You Think"
You may also enjoy these selections by Mr. Levy.
What Is The Point

and
Minds of Blue,
Souls of Gold
A delightful
book on mind body soul,with stories,poems and words of wisdom.
Everybody and everything deserves to be happy. Humans seem to
have power to allow our planet to prosper. When you read this
book you will be able to find your joy of the day and live in
the garden of eden for the rest of your physical life.
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