| Spirit Song |
| Have you ever heard the flute that nature plays with the sounds of wind on stormy days, can you feel the drums when thunder rolls the drums that echo in our frightened souls. Have you ever watched the falling leaves that dance the tune of an autumn breeze, or the flames that burn in lover's eyes and dance the music that fills their lives It's the same pure song that the birds all sing when they feel the magic breath of spring, it's the song that's sung by mountain streams and the hymn that haunts musicians' dreams. Even ancient myths of the Sun and Moon all dance with the stars to this timeless tune, the whole creation sings in harmony that's the wonder of nature's symphony. We heard this song in ancient times and adorned its tune with sacred rhymes, it sprang from stone age temple caves and swept the world like tidal waves. It inspired art and guided kings and planted thoughts in poet's dreams, where this song was sung in ancient lands cities bloomed like flowers in desert sands. Then we developed new technologies tamed the winds and crossed the seas, but soon we forgot how to dance and sing and praise the wonder of our wakening. Then the music faded and the magic died our reason ruled and the spirit cried, and now today when the thunder rolls it echos in the silence of our empty souls. Everything that lives sings in harmony with this song of nature's symphony, except thoughts we think and then we weave into theories of truth which we believe. And these stubbon beliefs have made us blind to the sacred wonders within our minds, for that's the place where magic dwells and the music flows from boundless wells. Where thoughts are simply tiny streams cascading through canyons of myth and dreams, and the symbols carved on these canyon walls lead to the cave where the spirit calls. Deep in the caves are the ancient tomb where spirits dance and visions bloom, where dreams are formed with fire and thunder and our souls are filled with sacred wonder. ~Source unknown~ |
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