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The Healing Rainbow
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And so it was to be
this mountain
these stones
these stories and me
Life spiraling, spiraling
voices, thoughts
drumming in my ears
my feet vibrating connecting
to the Mother
The mountains called to me all summer
the Rockies, the Blue Ridge,
those that slumber in New Mexico, and
finally
those magic, rain soaked mountains in California
with pine scented air
with rocks that glitter
Called to me so strong
to all of us
we came from all over the world
to The Gathering
We came
compelled by a force stronger
than money
and even food
for the hunger of love and peace
for the healing
to give and receive
the gifts of the tongue
the vibrations
the songs
the drums
the trees
the birds
the stones
flowing, vibrating
igniting all of us
to move forward
to spread the word
to save the Earth, our Mother
Leaving...
leaving me with
the smell of wood smoke and sage
in my hair
copal in my blood
remembering
the bird whose wing
brushed my face
Coming down from the mountain
to give the message received
a gift whose vibrations
will spread and change all whom it touches
Spiraling from me to you
we are one
in the songs
in the rainbow of healing
Margaret White
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