Poem – Grand Canyon 2014

(by Hathor)

The winds of dharma blow ceaselessly as we sit in clear stillness,
Ravens and birds soaring,
Gliding, diving, swiftly cutting through Maya,
We are dreaming this Dream,

Together our circle of power ignites Light,
We share it, smile and laugh with it,
Playing with Eternity in her love,
Uniting in Her golden swirl of Light.

[Note: Thank you for a most wonderful adventure!]