My eyes watched you as you did your deeds.
My heart pounded, and my body shook, as I watched you attack innocence.
My mind raged as I saw the oil leak, as I watched the animals die.
Nothing grows here any more.
Entire cities are forced to pay for poison.
Elected officials are only interested in money.
Dollars spent line pockets, rather than rectify a bad situation.
Selfishness runs rampant in high circles.
Care for each other only seems to be in places of need.
In other places, there is only greed.
One day, maybe soon, laws will liquefy, and the thumb will be removed.
Compassion and union, exceeding that of the past, will be the new norm.
Beauty is seen in the eyes of many,
Souls alive with kindness … gentle, and wise.
Patiently waiting for the time to rise,
Waiting for seekers who feel the same.
United once more, all will be,
For it is known, theft and anger will never bring peace.
Working together there is a rebirth of the sacred.
It is shining in the minds, in the hearts, of the mothers and the fathers …
Who are you … who is me … who is we,
Who give birth to the New Way.
I sat in the stillness, wondering what it’s all about, he tells me this is no match for paradise. I wonder still this morning, what exactly that means, I have no way of knowing.
In dreams there is constant battle, my person attacked … or another. I must run like the wind, or stay to defend that other. The choice isn’t a hard one, for I would never wish for them what I wouldn’t want for me.
There are flickers, like flame, that show goodness and care. Sometimes these images are bright … and at times the flame goes out. Sometimes the flame seems to struggle to remain lit, I cup it with my hand and gently walk with it.
I’m a nourisher of this flame, this light called peace. I’m not the only one, for you are too, you see? If you were not here, then it would not be, but you are … we are family.
I would tell you a little more about myself and then perhaps you would see, there really isn’t much difference between you, and me.
But I’d rather create an illusion, one that suits me fine, one where my mind doesn’t spin, wasting a bunch of time.
I’ll cast my worries to the ground as I start this wonderful day, you see this is what it will be, for I will it that way.
As I drink my coffee amidst the glow of salt lamp, I ponder the fact it’s payday and wonder what will be left. Bills pile up and taxes are due, but all remains the same. I will it, I do, to be a good day.
I put you up and support you with spray, spray of care and tenderness. Yet you fall again, and again. I do not want to cut you off, I’d like to see you grow, but this is quite frustrating. Perhaps it is frustrating only because I try to form you a certain way, and you have a life of your own … it is apparent. Maybe it is time to just be with what you are, observe you as you flow.
You and I will spend this life together, for I will never shave you off. I must use my will and open nature to accept you, for you. I love you … you are like silk, never in knots. You shine brightly and leave me in awe every time I look at you. I have seen you change over the years ~ light to dark you went, but here you are … turning light again, magnificent.
Wrinkles and creases mar smooth surface, yet still it stands upright, capable of task. Leaning slightly to the left, open at the top, all kinds of dust settles there. The innards of this crumpled mess hold something so dear, sacred substance for healing, for cleansing the spirit, the whole.
Chimes stand still, wind will not move them. Made with love and careful measurement, every bead and every shell strategically placed, a beautiful sight to see. Memories of idle time put to good use … Creativity flowing in silence.
Love framed in dark lines,
Held in place with glue.
Cavern containing fresh waters wait,
Wanting to be discovered.
Rain comes through the shaking of a stick,
Over and over it pours out sound.
Flowers in bubbles,
Collectors piece, yearning for contact with eyes.
A pond and reeds, still and quiet,
A hint of color shows life.