Mystical
A few years ago, when our Granddaughter Jemma was here from USA.
We decided to visit the Crystal Castle, Shambala Gardens at Byron Bay.
We flew there in a few hours, hired a car and drove the rest of the way.
Nothing prepared us for what we found. It can’t be described to this day.
There’s nothing like this mystical place, so magically made of dreams.
Where all religions come as one, statues create an ambiance it seems.
I am sure our God intended it as a meeting place, where his love beams.
Paths crystal lined and the size of wondrous crystals is taken to extremes.
A cave encrusted with amethyst when you sit inside it’s hard to believe,
The enchanted feeling this place gives is peace, a wonder to conceive.
Serenity is found in every step, a consciousness, enlightenment weave.
A mystical place where beauty abounds, and we did not want to leave.
Some steadfastly believe that crystals have a healing ability and powers.
I think that God is behind the healing deemed to be that crystal towers.
But still, something lurks, each aura and crystal singing bowl by the hour,
The jewel of Byron makes every other attraction, surely fade and cower.
I urge you to watch the video to see the most amazing place on earth.
True there are statues of Buddha and religious prayer wheels to unearth.
This mystical place isn’t about any religion, It’s the crystals that give it worth.
I’ve been in the enchanted cave with four others, come out filled with mirth.
Copyright © Speaks Volumes | Year Posted 2023
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