Starting the Jourmey

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High in the mountain
wearily resting on a seldom used Path
with a red soiled bandana round his head
he rested

Coming Down, striding purposfully
Intense, focused, and stern
Came an old man
Toward the young

Others Seeing the image were afraid for the young man
And Worked to have it Be not
Ahh family family
What do ye to me

Waking from the Dream Knowing from his core
That the old man
was me coming to join from another time

But since we come to wholeness -
Never really sparate you See
For we are all what we have been too
And we make anew this Now

Blessed Be
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