Trance Message
Come.
Come, she breathes.
Into the Darkness,
come, she whispers.
Past the Emptiness,
come, she says.
Come dance the Silence.
Down through the morning,
open questions spin out,
sacred answers spiral in.
And down…
Deeper down,
the Dawning burns through mist.
Copyright Fálki Heiđdóttir
“Come dance the silence down through the morning.” The Counting Crows, Mr. Jones
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