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Flutes of the Beloved
The flutes of the beloved
Heard wild like the horses hooves on a hot summer's night
His spirit flies and his hair is loose in the stampede
He dreams of the time,when his spirit will be free
To roam and to discover what he has not seen
The love he feels yet hasn't touched or known
And the people that fill his spirit with pride and reason
The mother of his footsteps,as she caresses his being
All that he has learned in his incarceration
Yet to be explored in the reality of this world
To hear the drumbeat flow through his soul
And dance for the spirits in the fine regalia of his people
To hold his child to the morning sun
And thank the spirits for the gift of life
He has never known the speak of the wild
Yet he tries to imagine in his own world
What this will be and how this will feel
To walk the sacred circle with the elders
And to sit in a forest and just listen
To climb high in a mountain and converse with a eagle
Or down low and feel the eyes of the Iktomi as she weaves her web
And hear the cry of the children that will be born from the creation
Holding life in your hands is so precious you see
The spirits have told you
To listen and not speak
The flutes are playing and the drumbeats slowly
Take my hand and we will dance
The circle of our lives and the future of our destiny
Come love with me and be free
Because that is the key to all that is the mystery
Beloved...
