Great Spirit just touched me...
With His finger of light
And I feel like an ant,
Belonging to this dust.
Dust of search
For something just ...
And I am small,
And I am so small
In this dance of Great Mystery.
I am only the channel
Of everything through
My soul of stars...
My being of Mystery...
My flash and bone
Of reflection of yours.
I do not know
I just dance...
I just listening...
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