Saturday, November 26, 2011

Come Come

Come Come, do not be afraid
we are here to live and jive
banishing fear join us here
for there is joy pool to dive

The Temple, the bells, are far
but the sounds we still hear
listen O dear to these sounds
Gongs are beating loud and clear

We move through brisk crowd
we are different, we the crowd
different hues they all gel
colors caravan, colors crowd

join us in celebration of love
there is no space for any hate
come dear join in this hustle
our caravan of love's affiliate

don't stop your feet that come
get engulfed in your loved self
for there is no better or worse
body on earth than your own self

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