David Wilcox In This Stream
From Into The Mystery
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Sacred secret forest
Where the breeze smells sweet
Grateful to awaken from a
Deep sleep, dreaming of
The river we have known
And the River, flows downstream
?Course it does
That River, knows our dreams
Clear as God, this river
We have seen
Just droplets of, but here
The drops converge in this stream
The gateway is that pathway
Where the weeds grow high
Lately I?ve been thirsty, but I
Fly by driving ?til
The teardrops all run dry
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Deeper, I remember
Down this dream-worn path
Steeper ?til we?re laughing as we
Slide fast, splashing in
The wonder of this love
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