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(1) One. The Universe (2) Two. Kundalini feathers (3) Three. All things quiet
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Yoga
(1) One. The Universe (2) Two. Kundalini feathers (3) Three. All things quiet
MANTRA
Space Grace Perfection
The Serpent is a Rainbow
I am the secret
at-one-ment
You love being one. You want her above all. You worship her, you lavish her. You know of no other Woman. All others are Maids, Sisters, Mothers and Saints. Your love has no end. From the East to the West, Like lightning, it flashes, She is like it in wonder to any that see her. With her, I am new in mysterious ways. With her I am ageless and stronger with the day. I can reach to the heights and never lose heart. With her I face silence while leaving a sign. Another soul, like hers, like mine, of her and I combined; in two hands, two feet, two ears, two eyes, one voice, one face, one smile forever multiplied.
Here for a New Year
Our new name is Freedom. Split now the shears and harvest for Winter. For the Mother and her tears, We have seen them. We have all seen them, 'we' the many lillies of the field. We are coming. We are the many, we are the spared. Wolves beware! We are above you, we are below you. Yes, and we have found you, because we can see you in the clear light of your morning bright setting sun. It is Red. Then it is dead. Then we see you no more. We are the free. We are the Woman's mere seed, Rising quick, falling silent, always watching, always listening