The Magic of Life
Do not mess with our magic.
We are the sound of the river
We are the silent whisper of the stone
We are that which has always been ONE.
We are the changes long overdue.
We are the metal that has been tested,
over and over and over.
We speak from ages yet to come,
we are the future,
and the future of the past,
and the voices of the future past.
We are not coming,
we are always in the arriving,
always in the becoming.
We are the silence before the wind,
and the wind that shakes the barley.
We are the wind that whisks around the ears of the pirate.
we are the first breath of fresh air of a sea captain,
we are the sea and the sky
and
the magic of the blessed generations yet waiting to be born
We are
ready.
