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Enter Poem or Quote (Required) Need we wake up naked the sacred hour of dawn, to dance to the songs of our fore fathers In the sacred garden of old . Need we from the setting rise ,and kiss in the moment the deepest desire of men An existence beyond and void of time . A small taste of eternity till the awakening of the phoenix, the golden dawn . Need we wake up the sacred golden moment in dawn, stunned to silence As he with practiced easy, gleaming with talent pull string for string ,David the bard with no equal pulling his strings on the harp merging and pleasing to creation ,a secret set of chords he had and with the chords his harp reflecting the goodness in his soul ,shunning the ghouls that haunted his king singing: Should we wake up naked the sacred hour of dawn to dance to the songs of our forefathers in the sacred garden of eden . should we wake up at the rise, and from the setting to the dawn dwell in a land eons & eons long enstranged, to be glad, rejoice and dance to the beats and chants of the drums as the psalm of the ancients is renewed , to move with the beat of the universe in its harmonious daze . to remember the dances of old, performed around a bonfire in a thousand forgotten barbaric gestures . Our tongue's as of fire we chant the song of languages . bleeding it out of our deepest holding none but letting go.
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