Thursday, July 21, 2016

The Great White Spirit burns bright
And quiet,
And to hear
The beauty of the music of the flames,
One must come apart from
The dull roar of the herd,
So that one may dance
To the very names of things
Spoken,
To the songs the Spirit sings
About the wind.
For this is where TrueLife is lived,
Where Reality prevails in Peace,
And Friendship lasts for
More than a lifetime.

-jenn

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