Friday, 11 March 2011



Come forth from cold Winters dreamlike state.
Shake and rattle, shaman it is your fate,
Jump, dance ,for joy and in elation.
Join the youthful kings wild and merry chase,
Over hill, under dale, through the merry grove.
Searching long for his beloveds sweet face,
Looking here and there, and in every cove.
Come, search with him for your hearts desire,
For life and love, in Springs renewing power
Found at last she waits, with heart on fire
And those who come she bids not leave.
So enter then this timeless, place of joy,
With ecstasy, that time, cannot destroy.


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