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Somewhere...
...there remains a sacred site... |
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...where
pictures remind us of our ancient origins. |
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| The site
preserves a delicate rendering of the first dance... |
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...and preserves
across its walls the fading images of forgotten ancestors- |
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| ...ancestors, magical beings
who sang the songs of creation while tending the fires of an
archaic heritage... |
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...a heritage
that gave rise to living totems... |
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| ...a heritage that
inspired dreams, dreams of the First People coming into the light of day... |
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The First People, our roots... |
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| ...were people
born of the earth, earthy... |
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They saw their world through the trees... |
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| ...a world lush
with the attraction of scent... |
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...and that is how the
people came to know love-enveloped in the sensual embrace of a lover`s scent... |
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| Their first child was conceived
in the light of dreams... |
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...and entered the
world born among old trees... |
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| Among those trees the
child played in gentle rains... |
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...followed pathways
leading to hidden springs... |
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| ...stood beside pools
of beckoning waters... |
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...and all the while heard
voices, guiding voices, like the voices one might hear resounding in the stir of
rushing falls—the voices of a tribe. |
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| A tribe. |
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A tribe of men, with a
presence so light in the trees... |
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| A tribe of women, their presence
as light and colorful as the winds... |
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Gathering together in the magical
hours of deep night, they danced in the light of the moon... |
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| ...danced, until the trees would
lift their spirits off the ground... |
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...up into mythic realms, where mythic
battles would last until dawn—rites of passage. |
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| Passage... |
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...passage high into the
upper reaches of the forest canopy ... |
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| ...where the strength of
winds would carry them still higher... |
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...and from there, a beloved would
follow in the path of a beloved, their final journey together like a flight of leaves... |
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| ...out across the skies... |
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...passing through the sun... |
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| ...returning, at last, into
the welcoming light of dreams... |
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...dreams future
ancestors will dream anew... |
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...and preserve...
somewhere...as a sacred site. |
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