Summer Solstice was of sequence and stirring up the bonfire memories.I travel back in time and I see the old path that had little meaning except perhaps of survival. Tracing the road, each stop I seemed to be saved. Then upon the bonfire there it was the bigger picture. The one we never see. Each stop was filled with sprinkled star dust, to find the receiving was full of giving. Around about to come to full circle and meaning.
Sunday, June 24, 2007
The Long and winding road
Summer Solstice was of sequence and stirring up the bonfire memories.I travel back in time and I see the old path that had little meaning except perhaps of survival. Tracing the road, each stop I seemed to be saved. Then upon the bonfire there it was the bigger picture. The one we never see. Each stop was filled with sprinkled star dust, to find the receiving was full of giving. Around about to come to full circle and meaning.
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