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30

In dreaming...
Once upon the mists of time, we wandered off the beaten path. The trees shivered with a gentle light; a kindred to a flame in the night. We listened to the stories that Gaia told when the River sang to the Moon.

She told us once of a time in the long ago, which direction, she did not know. By the four corners she said they would come, one to meet the other, brothers and sisters, meeting for the first time again and again; brothers sisters who always knew without knowing.

One day, brothers and sisters; they fight and Gaia cries from the confines of her dreams. Worlds change and swirl and one day we come into a time new and familiar both; a time when the trees, you can barely hear their dreams and their gentle light has gone out.

The Ancients are asleep and the land is tearing up; Gaia whispers in our dreams …change, I feel a change in the winds; the directions are coming together …for the dreams speak; speak of a chance to change the world…let's tell our stories, stories of the ever in the in between of the long ago …

...so the stars do dance with the spirit lights, while raven follows the moon's daughter down to the waterside …awake awake …so they followed the sound …the wild ones danced and played …the muses woke the Sphinx, while Luna 's children whispered and sang into the wind…

by mountain and river; the calling on, the calling out…
Come, Come one, Come all; let us gather, the time is now...

words by april-anna