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The Guide
The road ripples on in a shimmer of endless patterns.
Before we part, it will divide and shape
A mandalla of gold, a chime to take...
Us down a silent realm and on through doors of sleep.
You wait and greet me there, my friend.
You stoop to kiss me on my forehead.
You hold me close, and lead the way
Through your heart to garden of your light
Where flowers blossom in the day
In the radiance
Of this sacred place.
