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    MYSTIC DAWN:AFFIRMATION

    The passerine pauses

    as dawn breaks over Bella Coola,

    then persues her melody in perfect pitch

    while the hush of morning dew graciously mates,

    with the late autumn leaves

     

    Enchanted and mesmerized,

    the clouds are captivated

    by such an enthralling gesture,

    as the morning sun hides in the mystic shadows

    to allow Pileus time to shed a healing tear

     

    THE SONG OF CREATION

    ECHOES IN THE SHAMAN'S CHANTING,

    AND IN THE MIDST OF A MYSTIC DAWN,

    I REST MY TIRED MIND UPON THE TENDER BREAST OF MISHA

     

    Chantele priouettes above

    a turquoise haze that lingers lazily

    above the sacred hill of Ballaghmore,

    there she greets Jahnay with an embrace,

    whispering in her ear lovingly,

    yes indeed, the Love Supreme has arrived

     

    The Northern winds shape

    the moods of the mountain,

    from slightly bemused to flush with joy,

    and a heavenly chorus of astral contrails

    provide an ecclesiastical harmony,

    quite suitable for meditation on this metaphoric November morn

     

    THE SONG OF CREATION

    ECHOES IN THE SHAMAN'S CHANTING,

    AND IN THE MIDST OF A MYSTIC DAWN,

    I REST MY TIRED MIND UPON THE TENDER BREAST OF MISHA

     

    The Origin of Eternal Conception

    written upon my soul long before mother and father were born

    walks with me hand in hand through the meandering meadow,

    imploring me gently to discover my true name

     

    The shadows recede

    allowing the sun to reveal

    the cosmic face of love everlasting,

    while to the earth I submit my tithe in tears,

    for as my meditation concludes,

    I know my soul is finally at peace

     

    THE SONG OF CREATION

    ECHOES IN THE SHAMAN'S CHANT,

    AND IN THE MIDST OF A MYSTIC DAWN,

    I REST MY TIRED MIND UPON THE TENDER BREAST OF MISHA

    • 17 November 2011
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