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[bodytext] => Start to listen deep within The roaring rumble of soul’s awake It speaks a language you will know If you can hear, the tone is played A wandering star it does appear Go through the blue one never fear The Rock will block a surging sea The greed will be in need indeed. The red ones they will try to spy And slither here and there no spare Their scales are littered everywhere It’s money, wars and weapons dare If demons speak of peaks so chic It’s not the shakes that bake the cake A stone to tone, a spear to sear An ark to spark the flame of blame Heed not the rot the gray tots trot Nor glowing floating showing brought Our eyes belie a tie that binds Our souls the ghouls would find our minds Measure, pleasure, treasure dance Faker makers spake the trance Moldy gold that holds a lock No key to see or free the flock The Voice it speaks of tunnels deep Where powers sleep and dreamers weep Its treasures beneath pleasures sigh For love’s the reason angels fly I wonder if the mortals know Their lives are portals, yonder go Apart from starts that wander fro They can be man and plan to grow For lovers true the Way is blue If tremors shake than murmurs wake A beat that lay asleep within A peace to play a part so slim If we’re to hear the tears of Seers, The grave must save so He forgave. Fear not, it’s just the end of days For unjust benders of the Way. www.surfingthetao.com [comments] => 2 [counter] => 169 [topic] => 62 [informant] => angelav [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 9 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => spiritual )
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