Let me wake the stars
with a song
from a mountaintop retreat
let me meet my Master, my tao in
the wise hills
When the moon is a sliver of silver
let me pen my wishes in the earth’s soul.
Strength from the smallest wave
ripples into my prayer
making me one with Yaweh.
The wind is breath, I live.
The echoes in the valleys are my courage, I dance.
The whisper of leaves are my peace, I’m free.
When the last star yawns its waking
I will have found my will
Here.
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