when they ask
what are the seven wonders of this world?
Pyramids,Stonehenge-Uluru-stone comes to mind
yet i am reminded of birth
how that novel within you seeks the light of day
how paper is papyrus for Osiris
a cradle for Sananda,the last rainforest Amazon
how beauty requires beholders
how a song forms on the lip of your tongue
gestates in dreams,enters this Holy World
wrapped in swaddling clothes
to be unwrapped in the eyes and ears of hunger
There are always witnesses.We are always moving(experiences
Assimilation and integration migrate to new countries daily/nightly
these dreams arrive on the docks-in fresh languages
with no Rosetta Stone to decipher them.Mysteries.As we are.
Until we unlock the key on our tongue
that is rusted from lack of use
and sing the new into view
You have an opera within you-
house lights dim.Orchestra begins...overtures...
SING!
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