Thunder above our heads in the
clouds blinding us misty vision
Rain pelts on down as a duck
hugs her feathers and it rolls right off her back
Water runs free to the valleys to be
the ballast for my raft
Going with the flow and rising the tide
comes in to beach with treasure
Each rolling wave has the power to save
and to drown you in blissful rapture
Loose yourself float away purple hue
carpet ride up and away
Kundalini tantric dreaming
sacred otherworld splendour
Who knows what tomorrow will bring
your suns and your moon and your star
A shift in perception will bring new reflection
as we look upon Earth from Mars
MgM (c)
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