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It seems we’re
out here in the middle of nowhere but we’re really somewhere
in the pitch
of night she asked "are there any boats around us?"
"yes,"
I replied . . . "oh, that’s good," she said with a sigh . . .
and through
the port side window boat silhouettes rock and sway
anchored
securely come what may . . . and points of view keep shifting
as we swing
in Cascade Bay . . . we’re gaining insight along the way
And I always
wanted to be anchored at bay . . . just floating on the summer sea
rockin’ to
the rhythm you and me . . .
and
sometimes we don’t know quite where we’re goin’ to . . .
just cruisin’
the blue until we’re through
Rosario lit
up like Camelot . . . visioning who we’re birthed to be . . .
we’re
Guardians of the Mystery . . . Keepers of the Key . . .
creating our
own destiny, becoming who we’ll be . . .
revealing
sacred secrets . . . as we drift here out at sea . . .
And though
at times it seems to be uncharted territory
feeling
confused and lost at sea not in control of our destiny
but if you
look closely into the eyes of another soul . . .
there are
wise ones of old beholders of wisdom this I know
"And
what’s your magic?" a monk once asked me . . .
and my
friend, The Keeper of the Keys replied, as she looked into my eyes
"Your
magic, Little Big Heart, is you hold one truth in song for all to hear . .
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you see
there are many points of view and the center is you . . .
your divine
nature is anchoring you . . .
so hold this
truth so others can see that they too are free
we’re not
alone on this journey . . .
expand your
vision far be the truth of who you are"
and when the
earth walk’s done beyond the illusion we’re one
and we’ll
meet beyond the mists of Avalon . . .
cause we’re
Guardians of the Mystery . . . . drifting out at sea . . . . .
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