Long nights, short days
transcend us deep into the mystical haze
where realms overlap and magic awaits
I hear my soul calling, “Step through the Gate.”
My quiet footsteps stir the light
that bursts around me amazingly bright
sprinkles of stardust fill the sky
and the child within me knows it can fly.
Memory’s a mystery that lives in our dreams
but the life we’re living isn’t what it seems
we’ve all been walking a fictional fate
outside the walls of our sacred garden gate.
Tune your ears and open your eyes
to the unseen world where the truth resides
an open heart is all that it takes
to enter the garden and step through the gate.
This garden is your home, no need to wait
you’re a creator and it’s time to create
your fingers are itching to express who you are
as pure Divine essence from the depth of your heart.
Rainbows of color and your pot of gold
no longer buried in the legends of old
the garden sings stories yet untold
where Love is eternal and abundance flows.
This is your story this is your life
spilling forth in wonder beyond your sight
this is your song, sing it with glee
because it’s everything you’ve wanted to be.
This is your story, this is your life
once you step through the gate of Love.
Lyrics for the Harp by Sharon Lyn Shepard
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