I release my voice to call the Thunderbird
I sit and wait quietly by the edge of night
the Thunderbird slowly circles around me
I feel the intensity building inside me...
the Thunderbird’s wings cut space like swords
swirling sound slicing up my body
brilliant sweeping psychedelic color
dance of power unfolding around me...
the Thunderbird reaches my heart center
teaching me the secrets of open time
Wind rushing beyond creation’s veil
current flowing down to all life’s heart...
the games we play are hollow dance
walking around Oneness of the heart
now I only love the Light in your eyes
cruising the Thunderbird into Life...
Thunderbird... Revealer...
current shows... drifting scenes...
Word is heard... to feel her...
forgotten... memories seen...
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