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The Playing Mystic
In a swirl of incense and sound It begins Softly we move toward the music As smoke moves so do we Pouring over waves of electric language Sweeping across the face, the hair, the veins And in we slip Here we go Speeding through the blood Nothing stops us Nothing slows us down Nothing is hidden Explosions of ecstasy colour the field of vision Rage throws its fists into a blind fury Sorrow breaks us to bits and we are awash in a fountainhead of tears Then blissful peace falls upon us Rays of soft light sparkle and dance gently at first Then whirl us up in the air to the could heights We tuck our wings and dive madly Spinning fast into a kaleidoscope And entering the sea as a wild shot We swim and twist with dolphins We sing with whales We open our eyes And the playing mystic smiles As his fingers bring us home