Go
into the world the angels said,
and
make a song and dance;
reveal
your truth.
And what a song we sing each
one of us, what notes do soar
through veins and soul and
brain, the low, the high, the
muted and the hum, the trill,
the warble, as we do become.
And what a dance we do each
one of us, that waltz inspired
as cells and blood entwine,
and step in perfect rhythm,
side by side, where Self is
made material in mind.
Go
into the world the angels said,
and
make a song and dance;
reveal
your truth.
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