Bob Hinrichs Big Bang Here I am: Reach out and take my hand Burning like a bright light A vermillion thread At the top of your head Receiving This clover on your hill Rainclouds are distant still Come take us down where we cannot be found Where the mountains hide your meadow The doors shall open wide Going deeper down we slide I discover your country And I open my eye As I enter your dominion Upward then I shall rise To look upon the temple from a height so wise Lotus bloom Release its perfume I say to you Be with me These shattered windows of perception Comprehend the smell of rain Our secret voices speaking thunder The Gods above the plain calling: O My Brothers, O My Sisters! O Ye Things of Dark and Light! My Mothers and My Fathers! Ye Whirling Skies of Day and Night! The patterns of an order Beyond the mind's dimension For a fleeting instant Enter comprehension This is what we might call The gleaming of the dawn This is what I would call Being turned on © 2005 Bob Hinrichs, all rights reserved |
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