The Freedom Gates

When "Harpa" is playing its magical sound
And first month of the summer is shining,
Surroundings are dancing and playing the ground
Inviting the guests to join in the Fest.

The open and wide, the white and the blue
From narrow and wide to the far and to here
The sky and the lines converging in time
Are giving the space a magical glare.

It seems like a gate that opens to mind
Where thrills in the space are dancing as one
In here and in now we find all the peace
To stay in the Zone create and unwind.

What's lying ahead will open the sky
Inviting to strive beyond and above
To soar and to shine as far and as bright
As only free souls will know how it feels.

Again and again returning to now
We wish that this moment will never end
The mind and the soul will always return
To this happy place meant to retreat and to chant.

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