Sam
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*** * * To Sam: * * ***
*** * * May whatever path you follow give you * * ***
*** * * Peace & Contentment. * * ***
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*** Shores Without Boundary ***
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*** Ageless shores of golden sand ***
*** Sleeping woods of mist and calm ***
*** Glassy reflection of moon and sun ***
*** Lighting this mystical magical place ***
*** Where I touch the past and the future. ***
*** I can but visit: ***
*** Time without end; ***
*** Eternity in a flash. ***
*** I come to commune, ***
*** To Absorb, ***
*** To Feel, ***
*** To Taste ***
*** Wisdom of the Old Ones; ***
*** The Magic of Those Who Went Before. ***
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*** Peace & contentment where I sit. ***
*** Secret silent spot, ***
*** Mystical magical place of quiet. ***
*** A stirring in the willows, ***
*** A ripple across the water: ***
*** The Old Ones Walk. ***
*** Following paths that are no more, ***
*** Invisible to all, touched by few. ***
*** I am the quiet one ***
*** Seeking communion with The Ones Who Went Before, ***
*** Finding solitude ***
*** Paths untouched ***
*** & quiet beauty. ***
*** The Old Ones Walk. ***
*** Passing through this secret silent spot ***
*** Where I sit; ***
*** Knowledge told not, but absorbed: ***
*** I learn the ways of the Untouched Land ***
*** Where the wild ones prosper ***
*** And the savages of civilization tread not. ***
*** Limitless horizons forever shrinking ***
*** The Ones Who Went Before ***
*** Unconstrained by time or thought. ***
*** Down the path of Quiet Magic ***
*** They lead me. ***
*** I know not where ***
*** Nor do I care ***
*** For my soul has been ***
*** Untied, unleashed: freen. ***
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*** I am a wanderer, ***
*** Wandering here & there ***
*** Seeking knowledge ***
*** Across the shores of the Universe. ***
*** I seek to quench my thirst ***
*** At the well dug by the Old Ones, ***
*** And filled by The Ones Who Went Before: ***
*** Knowledge of the ages shall fill me ***
*** Yet dampen not these fires within me. ***
*** Rather they shall burn more brightly, ***
*** Fueled with Magic, ***
*** Fanned by the quiet wisdom of the Old Ones ***
*** And the spells of the Ones Who Went Before. ***
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*** Wisdom gained in the wild places ***
*** Seeps through my soul; ***
*** Lighting my way through the dark nights; ***
*** I can see without sight. ***
*** Sacred is the Magic from the past, ***
*** For it is Peace. ***
*** Hallowed is this Mystical, ***
*** Magical place where I sit, ***
*** For all there are content. ***
*** --Ray-- ***
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