Going Home
 
 
 
 
 

Mother Earth and Father Sky,
Join us as we learn to fly.
Scorching sun and moon chilled nights,
Compass points to set my sights
Upon the golden beacon far
Which I now know as Shining Star.

Wisdom is the truth I seek,
Not found on any mountain peak.
But deep within the sacred heart
I tread the dance and find the part
That pillars up and branches out,
Leaving love in place of doubt.

And that's the answer, clear to me,
As clearest lake or shining sea.
We set the circuit, start to place
The sparks which lock all in its place.
I'm starting now, no more to roam,
At last, at last, I'm Going Home.
 
 

 ~Author unknown~
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

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First Opened: November 13, 2000