Like fine wind I move,
steadily going down the track.
Stepping to the groove,
The strange, the weird, I attract.
Into the energy beam,
release the secrets to us.
Death isn't what it seems,
the emotions are surplus.
Why do the birds fly,
and where are the bees?
Flying into the deep sky,
hold yourself, never to release.
Move on down the course,
the end holds great treasure.
Now become pure love source,
move from pain to pleasure.
My guides cried to me,
I slowly opened my ears.
They show me whats to be.
They've been there all these years.
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