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Temple of Shambhala
| Description | : | Collaboration with Wayan Subagaya
Shambhala Warriors We are arriving… Sacred Pilgrims Rugged and weary from trudging through histories drudges Great stories in our pasts- great weights on our backs Precious gems spilling from our eyes as we weep As we dance on the dusty scarred face of an Earth who’s bore us Who sung us from her core Rippling out in widening circles… We are arriving… Pulled by the sound of the future Struggling to be born through the distortion and static We’re hovering around the speakers like honey bees Deciphering coded keys from these dancing revelations Layers unpeeling- revealing complex interrelations Blood lines and time lines- trace roots to crystalline configurations Somehow through the static we heard our invitations And so We are arriving… Towards an epic coherence ceaselessly pulling us Striving to live in us Layered design beyond minds reckoning Time’s harvest feast in timeless palace, beckoning Us to bear our fruits Swollen heavy with lifetimes of lessons Full with spectral seeds Who dreams all these reflections? Awake every day Blown away by the multifaceted display A long curving road- A fresh new day To translate our treasures To carve and blaze a way Through the maze of pain We have come to re-claim The purity of original blessing And the power of evolution’s momentum pressings us onward Vast seasons arching Tracing fluctuations- light frowning and grinning Depending on the angle of vision Finding equilibrium as the wheel- is spinning Faster and faster Racing with the clock- not sure who is winning Still we never stop loving living And giving our offering To the feast- as the Time is ripe Prophetic winds lifting iridescent wings off our backs Humming birds laying nectar tracks Paving silken paths Into the webbed puzzle which extends back And forward- beyond recollection This is our lifeblood-our legacy Take refuge in this Connection Melting into a mosaic of imperfect perfection Surrendering to the paradox Sinking deeper closer to the crux- in the core’s glow Wisdom lost and re-found in the flux Re-finding the trust in this flow So we build our fortress here In the hearts inner sanctum- pure and clear Wearing rainbow shields and bearing swords to pierce through fear Awakening in the great wheel’s spinning We lift our hands with lucid reverence and steer The time ship- is lifting off Precious gems- polished off and brought to the light Reflecting the temperance of eons Perceptual weapons supercede the need to fight Aligning with grand design and weaving it into now- just right The rawness of this brilliance cannot be contrived So thank the Great Mystery that We Have finally arrived By, Audette Sophia |
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