The great migration is happening
As if some grand invisible invitation
Has been issued.
And they are returning home
By the thousands
From the east and west,
The north and south,
From cliff and cave
And all the hidden places,
These utterly unique aspects of Being-ness.
There is no force equal to this Call
As Love reclaims Itself
In all of it's many disguises,
Leaving nothing to the imagination.
Om shanti shanti shanti.
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