Those Nights
Those nights,
When the night breezes waver
lazily through the trees.
Many a leaf sighed, and
Many a grass sang.
When the waters whispered
To the clouds soaring high and fast
It was the night of the
Mystery.
No animals danced, or slept,
Or hunted, or spoke.
For it was not the night to do such things.
It was the night to search.
to search for the secret of the mystery.
The essence of all freedom!
Only one had ever found this
Secret.
Only one on that Night was not searching.
I was Dancing.
Humans have the Mystery's secret.
Calling it Self-Will
They loose it
To the Bane of the Mystery-
Greed.
Enslaving.
For true freedom is unattainable
Without a willingness to give.
Will to leave possessions behind
Instead of clinging to them.
-tied down and held fast.
That night I danced in
Praise.
Blessed that I, at least
Still knew the Secret.
1989
~Maria Kay
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