Shake the dust off your feet
Oh dusty feet that walks on the midnight track
Lead me to the place where I can get my life back
Hoist me upon the five pillars of faith
And give me the courage to complete the race
I have borne the secret of the morning in my face
With residue of hope buried deep in the ground
In a secret tunnel where I call home
It has been a refugee for my soul for more than three decades
And upon this journey my soul will wake and time
Will take me on another journey across the sea
And the nature will be right there waiting for me
So great is the pistol and the guns when the scorn
Of the earth mingles with the radiant sun
What more can you ask for when the day is done
And the pleasure of life keeps placing
you on every corner and the mirror in
Paradise is soliciting your advice
The treasures of the earth moves silently
with the breeze and nature bequates me with a song.
I find myself wandering among the leafless trees
And the cacti with its succulent root teaches me how to survive in the Atacama Desert from the beginning of my youth.
I welcome the challenge from the mulberry tree while the mystic on the ocean floor waits patiently on the morning prey and upon the shore its destiny lays. I walk in the footprint of time searching diligently for what is mine I can hear knocking on the door and something shaking beneath the floor, I stop to see what it was but the conscience of mankind keeps digging holes along the path and scattering the dust over the place
Trust your heart to fear thee, train your soul to live for more
Learn the secret of the ocean floor and look for the abandon merchant ship at sea and it will unravel the mystery, shake the dust off your feet and listen closely to my heart beat.
Copyright © Christine Phillips | Year Posted 2024
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