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ARISE!

Aig. 14th - Aug 18th
The Sunrise Ranch, Loveland Colorado

Arise! Let it be known that the (H)eartH is ready!
Arise! Let it be known that we are its steady!

Arise with Love, Peace, Forgiveness and Laughter!
Let go the raging spirit, and make it sing ever after!

Let go of your fears and arise with humanity's lungs!
Let go of your sorrow and arise with Laughter's tongue!

There’s no time like the present
no time so forget time’s assent

reach up and laugh, reach up
reach down and help, reach down

see those before you and those to come
see them with your vibration's lungs

see them arise with the sun
see them arise with the moon

see them arise and move their feet upon home
see them arise and hold their hands in the air
declaring, we are not alone!

We are not alone! We are one!
Humanity, recognize your own!

Humanity, arise and flex the spirit’s reach
and of the soil, water and air begin to speak!

Arise! Arise! Arise! Arise!
Arise with the sun and the moon!

Boom boom…



© 2013 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime
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