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By Kiara Windrider In twilight hours of neither night nor day I see this page but not the writing on it, I see the journey's end but not the path thereto, I see my heart's desire fulfilled Yet not the long night Of uncertainty and shuffling dreams That goes before. Such is the difference Betweeen a prophet and a madman -- The prophet lives for the end, The madman lives for the journey. Which am I? Can I be one without the other? On wings of love Our hearts awaken, We fly towards our freedom Extensions of God, creation unfolding In each vision we breathe life to. So many realms we've journeyed, So far have we come. Now starry light joins stellar dust In bodies we call home. The breath of our Goddess flows out, Then begins its journey of return, Our bodies blend with spirit's call -- Until journey and its end are one! |