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poetry by michael levy



The Land Where Souls Play

An awakening to dawn mist on the water,
flowing Spirit's streams to God's altar,
purifying essence whistles through the trees,
images of the sacred blowing in the breeze.

Flights of fancy from birds up high,
feathers of many colors filtering through the sky,
sun, moon and stars envelops Earth's dome,
we're all birds of a feather, finding our way home.

Spectacle of mesmerizing movements flashing in the mind,
melting pots of humans, secrets hard to find,
love all embracing whispers on the wind,
no physical presence, ecstasy from a light dimmed.

Gifts of joy enmeshed in music and dance,
visualising images filtering in a trance,
warriors in a drumbeat at journeys end,
back to the womb of creation enmeshed in a substance blend.

Wondrous dreams in the stillness of the dark,
journey on uplifting voyages in paradise park,
thunder and lightning points the way,
a prelude to the land where Soul's play.

Copyright © 1999 by Michael Levy

Michael Levy grew up in a poor neighborhood in Manchester England. He left school at sixteen and did not stay long at any one job. When he was nineteen, married and a child on the way, he started his own business selling cloth remnants in street markets. The rest, they say, is history. He is now a successful businessman living in Florida. His agent can be reached at seekersandseers@lineone.net.

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