Anthem
It’s a Pink Floyd morning
Time to make love, not war
To confound the confining conformity
The hypocritical, hypercritical, hypermorality
Throw off bonds
Throw off clothes
Throw up our hands
Dance, sing, laugh
Twirl naked
Caressed by sun and sky
Spinning singing twirling
Fall down laughing loving Earth
Celebrate the holy mystery
Misty Ridge Musings 
Beautiful piece
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Thank you!!
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Thank you! π
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You’re welcome
Hey I hope you don’t mind but I’d like to invite you to my blog at http://www.insanitybeautiful.wordpress.comΒ
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Absolutely! I thought I had done that already. I have now. You have a beautiful site. I’ll enjoy seeing what you post. And maybe I’ll even prod you a little when you get writer’s block. We all need help sometimes. π
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So happy to be once again with the author of such wonderful beauty crafted in words.
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lovely poem
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Thank you, Raj.
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Let me stop you right there. “Throw off clothes.” Sold! Especially in the vicinity of a pond. Great work, Nadia. x
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Why am I not surprised? π
And thank you.
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YES…:-)
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I am a firm believer in celebrating the holy mystery. Just make sure you can get away with it!
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I wish I could think of something clever to say in return, Ed, but I’m laughing too hard.
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Just reread your piece and a word came to mind: Dionysian.
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I wonder how much you’ve read about the Dionysian myths, Ed.
Beware!
π
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I wonder which Dionysius y’all a referring to? He had quite the split personality and Dionysian isn’t clear on exactly the nature of the beast. Or is this a Song in the Heart? π
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