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Beneath Moon and Sky

Words cannot describe the Day of Great Validation
Where the Sky was split in two,
bearing a storm on one end, and clear blue on another.
The storm raging over the city.
thunder and lightning, the drums beating,
the fire twirler spinning his flame.
I, in the middle of it all, with arms spread.
The great depth of the moment.
The Magic of New Beginnings
A community of Us arising from the Distance
The deep connection rising from the Earth,
descending from the Heavens.
An Alignment of real value.
We ate live food as we celebrate living things.
A clarity of intention blended into possibilities.
A family of friends, uniquely destined
for an unveiling of potential.
Like new we arose from our sleep to stand in the night
The air electified by the storm, the full moon in the corner sky
Peering through the magic of things unsaid.
Multi layers of communities brought together
In an Agriculture all about Appreciation
I am but one man beneath the great sky
Standing in two worlds, bridging the distance
Moving through the twists and turns
To stand even up with one day and then another
We who walk between worlds,
who feel our way through the world of the unseeing,
who have been taught the value of not caring,
this is the moment of Upliftment.
The Shift where good things happen,
Dreaming ourselves into the moment.
The Here and Now.
Many have come bringing their experiences in a living condition, building a great web
where one thing flows into another.
Where life’s experiences become the framework for better intentions.
Moving into a day unlike any other.
A day of Great Possibilities,
where we harness our greatest dreams,
the energy of movement.
The possibilities of the Unexpected.
A day of poets, artists, and those of a new kind,
A day where we make Movement up beyond limits.
Triggers for a remembrance, something different,
something never seen.
This is a day of new beginnings.
Feeling a way through the Living Experience one step at a time,
One moment closer than the last
in a movement Up.
Up beyond reason, reaching for things to touch.
And reposition an Alignment.
The Ever Present is that which stands Taller than any Other.
The sky is feeling,
Bearing the hugeness of color,
The energy of all things coming at you.
Prevailing above it all, as sound you cannot hear.
You
begin the Dream,
walking its way.

Joe Nelson Icet
June 17, 2003

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