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Moving on the edge of time Dancing wildly in my spirit, I appeal to the Grace. Deep, deep as in the intensity Of a primal landscape, I feel all creatures in my very flesh While the glow of my soul - Laser white in aspiration - Hews the path through the dense environs. For the consecration has taken place. The air is full of concentration. Makit it of a dream, Making it of a memory, The fantastic magic is reality. Savage splendour in the Lotus jungle. Beyond all, The scent intoxicates my very body, As my soul sways towards the ultimate Union with the Lord. New York City 1982 August