Chasing down a dream,
the song with words I'm meant to sing.
Flying like a dragonfly, I sputter;
I turn to face the music of the spheres,
as it imprints its tune on mine.
Each corner, each direction, each window
lends a hand in time.
I hover at each vision. I like what I see.
I realize I have a mission,
in my own eternity.
~ ATB ~
the song with words I'm meant to sing.
Flying like a dragonfly, I sputter;
I turn to face the music of the spheres,
as it imprints its tune on mine.
Each corner, each direction, each window
lends a hand in time.
I hover at each vision. I like what I see.
I realize I have a mission,
in my own eternity.
~ ATB ~
The Daily Mandala: September 14, 2005
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