From Pachamama to Shambala

“I long for the days caressed by the Sun’s ray ,

Mouthwatering hues of honey dew ,

Flowers highlight forests clearings ,

Rainbow drenched misty valleys ,

Life is but a ride on lofty hills gently rolling ,

Transluscent bubbles pervade the atmosphere,

A light so soft yet exquisitely bright ,

As Angels descend… Heavens break open upon Earth,

Playing their harp in tune to the golden ratio,

A sweet symphony mellowed into Earthly crust ,

Unicorns flying out of the lion’s den!!!

Whirling and swirling towards the stars,

I look up to Orion guiding my steps along the way…”

Michael McGregor

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