It all started with a feeling
That something was not true
A steep mountain river rushing
Begins with a morning dew

How had we all come to this place?
It did not feel like home
Could it be there was track or trace
Of our one, true heart’s home?
I’ll tell the tale of a city
Two Rivers is its name
One river wanders so pretty,
To the sea from the plain

The other river is not seen
It streams to what is Real
Its flow has always, ever been
It turns an empty wheel

Its flow has always, ever been
It turns an empty wheel

Not a soul lived in this city
Was native to its soil
Ground to bits by grief and pity
For happiness they toiled

Rumors were whispered of a sage
From a land where all is One
“I’ll give the key that unlocks the cage”

He said

Only one actor’s upon this stage
You are me – and I am you
You are me and I am you
Around his feet we gathered thus
In his aura we did bathe
Questions posed with full trust
Turned like wood upon his lathe
Could we build a sturdy craft
One that could take us home?
There rose in him a mighty laugh
There is no place that is not home

There is no place that is not home
You are already home

Can you feel the flow of the river
The other River home?
Do you flow to what is seen
Or into the true hearts home?

This river flows not to, nor from,
It’s whirlpool center-drawn
It’s the river of Kingdom Come
The end of night, the breaking dawn
It’s the river of Kingdom Come
The end of night, the breaking dawn

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