A Night To Celebrate
Cloaked figures hide in the shadows
Masked devil's cower behind rock and stone,
Jesters prance on podium
Kings sit on thrones surrounding them,
Angels hover just above this audience
Poor beggars scream madly making no sense,
Figures in satin and silks in orange and vermilion
Throw around shapes creating images of wordless soundless wisdom
And the fires burn as the moon offers all its light
And this night is a wondrous delight
And the feminine divine dance the dance
Of a Succulent lotus flower art
And their loins give birth to a thousand blossoms
That fall like snowflakes covering everything
And liquor and food fill large tables
As many eat whatever they are able
And then the song of the angels chorus
Rings out above the din and all those who are raucous
And their music soothes these Savage beasts
Until all are finally asleep,
It was a surreal and amazing assembly
Of those who sought the unity,
In the celebration of spirituality
In all its diverse forms
And all of its duality
And from afar there could be heard an impending storm,
But then was that not just the norm,
Whereas this collection of souls was unusual
And not ordinarily foretold
And if they can coalesce like this
Then hope is something that can be relished,
Between the angelic and the devilish,
Between the rich Kings and the beggars who are impoverished
Between angel and demonic souls
That come from ages so ancient and old.
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