When we walk down that path…..our journey celestial
a temple unseen awaits in our spirits
while white clouds drift over,
wisdom rides on light rays through shadows,
flickering in our minds
reminding us of our own humanity,
we take another step, accepting.
Guided by hawk wings,
or at least by their shadows,
flying over our shoulder……
we are encouraged
with the burden lighter,
our steps become quicker
as we embrace each path……
of our journey celestial.
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