containing in the rainbows glow ...all i claim as mine
the wick inside the candle burns soft its golden flame
and so the cup of love is the new power game
the love of power has ended as true love takes a hold
the past is all but mended as she weaves her threads of gold
the sanscrit wheel spins round and round as illusion is played out
but the hub , the core , the centre's what realitys about
I AM is the song thats played through me
i stand as tall as the great oak tree
aligned with earth and stars i ride
and the TREASURES inside .
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