I have seen my cupped hands as a chalice.
I have seen the stars dancing in them;
the ocean murmuring incantations,
moving among those very stars...
I have smelled the pine forests
and tasted the moonlight touching
the grove's hallowed ground in my hands;
I have heard butterflies discussing
this season's pollen flavors...
I have walked with elves
and flown with griffins;
I have played chess with dragons.
I have drunk the sweet elixir
of the rainbow myst.
I have journeyed beyond and within;
unique and One...
all within my cupped hands,
the chalice of my soul.
All the stories and myths reflect
such knowing, so that storytellers
can touch their audience
in a language comprehensible to them.
And so I do.
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