Father and Mother --
Guide me ever onward,
To the sacred summit,
where stars in mute ecstasy,
pirrouette in celestial whorls.
Let me be a humble messenger,
of your wisdom, love, and power -
even as I tread among thorns,
may my grateful heart yet bloom.
For in the twilight of a dream,
I am returned to you,
through the hidden, feminine valleys,
naked soul soon clothed again.
So that woven,
in skeins of mercy,
you teach me once more,
the architecture of living.
Even still yet framed,
in human form,
a wild chorus of my prior voices rises,
overwhelming me in a crash,
of bright lights and gentle thunder.
The holy refrains intoned,
to the eager hearts,
of all who brave the ancient mountain,
eye brimming with compassion -
In a soft self voice
all along the winding way --
"The seeker and the sought
are ONE."
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