Lyrics by Indi Riverflow

Silken swans at Heaven’s gate
Flanked by sparrows and doves
Serenading the Queen that creates
The world from nothing but love

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Mistress of Illusions granting phantom wishes
Filling baskets with bread and rivers with fishes
Ripening summer’s plums and weathering winter’s wood
All made of Maya, but damn it feels good

We arrive on this plane dressed to impress
Not a stitch of fabric from head to toe
Bathed in hopes of unbounded success
As we drop gasping into the show

Daughter of the Mountain clothed in the Sun
Lounging in repose while her work is done
Pregnant with promise of the dew-soaked dawn
Someone to remember when her garden is gone

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Everything made by your hand
Appearing first in the shadow of fire
The spark by which it all began
Is marked in all we acquire

The Mother of invention
At the hatching of the scheme
Ushering inspiration
From the playground of dancing dreams