Singing in the Stone Temple at the Top of the World
December 23, 2006
Malta Singing at the temple, on the mountain, at the top of the world watching waters, an unbelievable navy blue with flecks of orange jewels a group of friends, sit absorbed in its cool beauty our hearts one heart, our soul one soul, our minds, in a gentle flow rippling towards one goal
Singing in a room of stone every inch sculpted by the hands of a group so small yet so huge unfathomable the laughter, the love, the whisper of words both silent and spoken in that room in the temple, on the mountain, at the top of the world
temples made in the shape of a goddess two rounded forms and head laying rested on her elbow voluptuous entry out from the womb and into a world what is this mystery behind her powerful yet gentle form? what is this pale, deep, effulgent, infinite blue?
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