Beginning, Middle & End

1. February 2006

In the beginning there was a pulse
A beacon of light flashing its calling through the mists of possible selves
Drawn as a moth to a flame, I followed that call
Deeper into the warming nourishment of the core
The music climbed alongside me as we fell
Into the silence of that unborn moment

Could this be the half way stage, as I weave my many paths
amongst the strings above the orchestra?
The notes kiss life joyfully into my cells as we play
out the visions of the conductor
I am higher now, here in the depths of the All

So it is the dancers grow tired
But the orchestra plays on
Sometimes loud often times low
We retreat, my light and me
Back to undreamt dreams and the music of my being
Could this be the end of this beginning?

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