A gift to the future
racing who knows where.
Free-born to spinning Earth,
curious raveling universe,
natural child gracefully wild,
daringly there.
Immersed in exquisite artistry,
to flow with the forces of destiny,
ablaze with combust eternity.
Living each now, moment to moment,
owning action and purpose.
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At the heart of human nature is a child,
trying to figure out what this being human means,
not waiting to begin to live some day,
unwinding personal will and sight, so bright,
lovely, lively, amazing delight,
child of the Sun,
reaching to embrace fairy-tale adventure.
The kind of world in which
that child is loved and nurtured
reaps priceless rewards.
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If Greybeard in some quantum sky,
hallowed by Name,
presides o’er rewards, blessed bliss,
helpless cries in flames of perdition,
would such a power be amused,
indulgent Grandfather bouncing willful
child on some ectoplasmic knee,
promising eternity of learning to make of the whole sad cacophony
discrete instruments of harmony, of divine symphony
to find, realize, act with
impeccable integrity
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Yes, magical child dancing in the fullness of the night
to ring the rune and cast the spell to make the darkness bright
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Listen,
love and revere this wild child who laughs at whirlwinds
and dances to life’s changing, challenging melodies.
Sing,
without inhibition or internalized mockery.
This is our time, all yours and mine, to be wonderfilled.
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Like a child chasing fireflies,
alive in the darkened air,
dare to ignite sparkling wonder,
to share
more enlivening stories.
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A child wants the safety of hearth and tribe,
of happy fantasies, every body well fed and
tucked to bed, caressed in love that hugs away
the slavering beast.
Child in the doorway silently sings ecstasies
of laughing eyes a’float in kindness —
smiling, dimpling, offers inebriating flowers
never known to earth’s earnest soil.
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A marvelous secret, a hidden treasure trove
while unicorns play harpsichord
within a blossomed grove,
a blessed child with something wild that
plays in rainbow eyes,
has been declared our prophet heir,
born to hypnotize.
warm balm to hypnotize,
sing lullabies,
reward all the heathen with sleep,
and dreaming dreams as such who waken
find their very core earthshaken.
Made to believe in possibilities,
they set their sites, reshaping all reality.
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Radiant child, worlds of time,
the universe, awaits you,
fiercely at play in the ruins, stomping antiquities
into sharp shards
to sculpt transcendent mosaics
in shifting sands,
beaming
with myth’s expectations,
roaring celestial laughter.
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Enrapt in wonder’s emergent colors,
swaying to music, smiling to play,
growing golden through summer’s most perfect day
Wind Song Myths 