In case we need reminding, there is no light without the dark so we best gather our things for the journey anyways, and to be on the safe side, let’s assume this is the final hour. That way we won’t waste time on anything other than the task at hand.
Again lyrics for a song, written many moons ago, based on a dream. Into the Dark
Race across the golden plains Soft moccasins barely brush the ground
Straight arrow of a higher octave Bring in the Sacred Sound
Sing the world awake young soul
Bright spark Leap the spiral and breathe light
Into the dark
Herds of buffalo part like the Red Sea
Through simple prayer In their midst one is Holy white
Guardian of the fluid fair
Streaming from conception
Born to point the way
Planet Earth is calling
Quicken, do not delay
Sing the world awake young soul
Bright spark Leap the spiral and breathe light
Into the dark The Promise of the Shaman Inherits the shield In this, the Present moment Dance in the force Field - the big Field - the big Picture
Penetrate the centre point
There’s no hesitating now All life moves towards perfection
The dream song shows us how
Sing the world awake young soul
Bright spark Leap the spiral and breathe light
Into the dark
Blessed is the fire walker
She who calls the rain
Soothsayer, truth teller
Show your face again
Heiress of the Thunderhead
Wield your power Illuminate the shadow side
In this, the final hour
Awake young soul
Bright spark
Breathe your light
Into the dark
© Anne B Brown 1988