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Temenos ~ The Wall of the Garden Sanctuary
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There is a secret language of Gypsies
those who know to travel at night
hidden within darkness
they journey by their given light
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And this is how it must be
for those who walk between the worlds
are not contained by the rules of man
and only answer to their King
it is the keeping of a promise
the honoring of a vow
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We are not bound by the stones
nor separated by walls
meant to distance
mankind from angels
or darkness from light
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There is an alchemy of compassion
for the sorrows of this world
as we leave traces along our path
to guide each wayfarer home
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To climb the walls of the sanctuary
we must lift and be free
in our God seeking reach
and even when we stumble
in imperfect flight
we know that what we seek
is also seeking us
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A temenos lives within each of us
our imprinted light is calling
always
for our return.
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