Thursday 28 December 2006

Compass

Eight-point compass,
East and west,
Face the challenge,
Take the test,
Float and let your being rest,
Melt into your mind.

Drift away,
The sunshine fades,
Running through
The forest glades,
Experiment with shapes and shades,
Leave it all behind.

Open your mind and
Leave it bare.
Write a world,
Take me there.
Run, just run, no matter where,
Who knows what you'll find?

A unicorn with glowing horn,
A world of red inside your head,
A winged stranger, bright and kind,
Is what it means to free your mind.

Eight-point compass,
Shapes and shades.
Winged stranger,
Sunshine fades...

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