And so you hold this forgotten Key.
Heavy rusted through the ages kept silent quiet hidden.
With cobwebs woven into the eye at the centre.
There weaves a golden spider.
Hands shaking you hold the Key in the palm of your hands.
The rust paints red of clay onto your hands.
Symbols signs Key of Songs of the Ancient.
Inside your heart the door opens with such brilliance.
Bright light you burn. Deep from inside a furnace from Source.
With courage in your hands the Key sings once more.
You feel the bones in your body resonate shake then quiver
A feather plucked from the language of the birds
Your Soul Awakened once more.
Flames flicker your Heart melted into your Soul.
Soft embers glow.
You feel the river of blood that runs in your veins
Sending messages of Love to and from
Streams rivers of Mother Earth.
Forged birthed from the Heart of Gaia.
You are She. She is you.
Once and ever lasting Song.
Love Zahara
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