The Rainbow Calls

 

To The Beat of your Own Drum

The Heart beats as the sound of a drum

 We are holographic images of the One

  Walking to our own rhythm

 Pulling our own strings
Through Choices we make

 Passionate or otherwise

Photos by Kim Kukko

  
The Rainbow Calls

Children of the Rainbow come

Can you hear the distant drum

Calling from afar

And can you see the colours bright

They Light the day and still the night

 

For in the silence sounds ring clear

As we remember oh so dear

The time our Spirits took to flight

When All was One and all was right

To ride the waves eternally

An old familiar sound

Oh joyful were the times 

Abundance did abound

Now listen closely hear again

The truth that speaks to you

In words so gentle falling rain

Bring forth the music

Not the pain

Within the Circle is a Point

The Finest Golden Thread

Take hold and ride the Rainbow

You'll find there is no end.

Diane Cornett, 1992