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Treading
carefully, barefoot, through the trails,
winding amongst the ruins around
the ancient Maya site at Lamanai, tracing
the very same steps of my ancestors,
the energy of this magical place flows
up through the soles of my feet |
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The
energy rushes up through my very soul, leaves my finger tips
and
evaporates into the very still air,
my spirit plays
amongst the leaves and bush |
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A
bird calls, the spirit of the Indian flies free, my companion
in this hazy, sultry, mystical place
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I stay here for all time in this wild and magnificently beautiful,
fantastically magical place, |
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