" Lluvia de Estaellas ~ El Antiguo Languaje de la Luz "

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Star Fall
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The old language
speaks to us
in the light of the stars

Inside of rain
the colors of knowledge
bloom
and breathe

Voyage with wind
to one end of time
and return with the beauty
that was tasted there

When we travel
we must look to the sky
to find the map
that leads North

...to find the map that leads home.
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a fall of light
from within the sky
speaks an old language
into the imagination
shaping myths
from starlight
and the color of clouds
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