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The Sacred Lake

We sat beside an ancient, sacred lake

In the sweet forest, ‘neath the cool moon’s wake

The passage of time erodes our lust for life

Seldom have we wandered so far from strife

A frozen moment by the old pine tree

A slow demise of suffering and anarchy

And a gentle easing of our troubles, pain

We laugh like frantic infants, to stay sane

Ah, Beloved, do you like this bower by the lake?

We congregate in this insane theater

To propagate our wisdom, make it clearer

“Hear us out,” we shout, “oh people of old”

“Listen to us, let our story be told”

Can you hear the birds crooning in the trees?

The dogs barking from afar, carried on the breeze?

Can you hear the elders of the forest weep and cackle?

Their secrets hidden in the rustling leaves’ crackle

Hear us out, lift the blinders of your mind

Let the light shine in, leave bewilderment behind

Ah, Beloved, do you like this bower by the lake?

Let’s stay awhile, and our souls renew and remake.

As the magic-scented breeze steams the theatre of divine.

The cloying groves, dancing and calling your names,

Come with us, sway around the flickering flames,

With shadows waltzing, as we revel in nature’s games.

Ah, Beloved, do you like this bower by the lake?


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