Shambhala

There is a place

Up in the sky

Where a dragon lives

And angels fly.

 

It’s in this land

That I find my Muse.

I recognize her

By the sparkley shoes.

 

She waits for me

To open my mind

And attune my heart

To the great Divine.

 

When I am ready

I can journey there

To the Golden Palace

Above the dragon’s lair.

 

This Wild Muse spirit,

She comes to me:

Inspires my thoughts,

And lets me see…

 

See  another world

Just out of sight–

The world of dreams

In the dark of night.

 

With her gift of Light

I am complete.

The eternal Beloved

I soon shall meet.

 

When I discover

That Beloved is me,

At very long last

I will be Free.

Dark Star

I celebrate the Mystery

That dwells within me.

The Goddess, the Muse–

A Dreamer who sees…

Beauty in a moment

Strength in a pause

Depth in my BEing

A dragon with claws.

She’s whimsical, magical

Here and then there.

She definitely has a knack

For flips in mid-air.

Persephone, Diana

Kali-Shakti, Quan Yin.

The fairies, the gnomes

They all are my kin!

I see her in the moonlight

When the owl calls my name.

I hear her in the whisper

Of the nightsong of rain.

Who am I? Who are you?

What’s this world where we dwell?

Dark Star within me,

I am under your spell.

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