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201:
Song of the Morning
music at dawn
awakens peacefully
to a great day in my life
this is a day of lucky numbers
and of great events
this day promises its best and worst
I won't have one without the other
yet I can and will
but my decision is my own
these are my own mistakes to make.
I wait on the Morning Music
that ancient harmony
let us all sing together
it matters not the tune
for each note we sing
is part of the Worldsong.
210:
Pestilence
each grows sick, each ill
all must bow
to the Incarnations
for no mortal being
could hope to conquer
resist or counter
the power of such ones
that we may fight Death
and struggle with Time
or combat Nature
or go against Fate,
we cannot win
against so powerful
Incarnations.
345:
You gaze on the Tapestry
yet see nothing
only a jumbled mass of colors
a tangled web of threads
whose chaos holds no meaning
for you cannot see the pattern
the mirror's last reflection
as the colors weave together
step back
look from afar
and see the thousand colors
the glorious Tapestry of Life.
524:
Song of the Evening
it's a song of love
I dance to the music
light feet scattering dew
as they touch the bluegreen grass
under the blue shadows of trees
through whose branches falls the silver moonlight
of the risen moon
as the sun sets
and little stars shine like tiny lamps
a hundred hundred thousand little lamps
hanging from the ceiling of the sky.
998:
Somewhere in the wonder of the world
there lies a song of power still unheard
never touched the ears of mortals
never sung by tongues of humans
the melody to shape the world is here.
Somewhere in the singing of the dawn
where birds reflect a shadow of the word
look deep within to find what is without
new life shining and new joys are blooming.