Reflecting Reflections
Mayans no one ever found...
An Isle named Easter, eggs all around
So many pasts changed and refocused.
Until Gods' own son awoke us.
How many times? How many crosses?
One son betwixt time vortex tosses?
Just asked the witness of time out of place.
This time is all time girded to space.
Each time bandit added one future more,
The son gave blood on crosses galore.
Thieves of the webbing of time,
Trampled and vandalled each vine.
Willfull disregard to sacred law,
Thinking no one remembered or saw.
Just asked the witness of time out of space
This time is all time girded in place
He found each cross, replaced by a rose.
Then carefully ledgered the time ebbs and flows.
Do what thou wilt? Now comes will a fee
It follows me all ways...to when they will see.
By TM Tait
Reflecting Reflections
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by teri tait » Fri Apr 07, 2006 9:06 am
In my hands I hold a candle whose flame is small to see, And if I give but one light to you my life is filled for me.
But...In your hands you hold a torch for many eyes to see, So hold it high that they may light their candlewicks from thee.
By Faye
Nikola Tesla =
But...In your hands you hold a torch for many eyes to see, So hold it high that they may light their candlewicks from thee.
By Faye
Nikola Tesla =
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