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Varda arrives on silver moonsAmidst quintzillion colors of the dawnHer toes stretch forth to feel the riverHer heart reaches forth into the OneBirth is the heart of the UniverseVarda has given birth to a sonThe river talks with ripples and lapsAnd riverbirds dance on velvet windsAnd fishes flicker silver, in the glittering waters runHer feminine breath will join dew scented air,Her heart give words to poems of GodIn the image of all universesDancing, praying, unclothed, unshod |
Creation is a mother's careShe is a sprite of always riversOne spark of suns who flies forever to their harmonyAnd blends the green, brown, blue, threads of river windingsTo the colors of the dawnIf I were a being sixty galaxies tallShe'd be what I'd gaze upon,And her sisterheart would make me happyWere she to call I would run through tall grasses like a wild puppyAnd lend cold nose to chakra songs |
If I were a Being sixty galaxies tallI would hold this river in my heartAnd She who dances and prays upon the shoreI would anxiously await, and if she was lateAt last her name I would callWith winds for voice, with bird's flight I would writeHer name on azure skies and look carefullyTo see if she could notice me |
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