Thru my many journeys of this lifetime
And of my lifetimes before
I have found a seed that grow within me
A Life where I feel that I do not belong of this Time…!
This Time, has turned on her own self
We have gone thru so much and yet
The walls still crumble…
We still have, "hatred, greed, power, religion…"
The wars within us…
Are killing us…!
Why do I have to be better than you?
And why should your color bother me?
Have our own creations, taken life away?
Simple question to forgetful answers!
"The old man created of stone
With wings made of water…"
Could this be…hope?
Or would it be…
A child with a gun in one hand
With a heart filled with no colors of the rainbow!
Could this be our super hero…?
Today, I still gather stones from the river
And I will continue to look for feathers…
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Reviews of "Hope..."
Reviewed by Tien Avielle (Reader)
Reviewed on November 13, 2002
trying hard to have hope today - started so well, ended so bad, like alternating
passages in this poem.
Reviewed by Tien Avielle (Reader)
Reviewed on November 4, 2002
yes, answers are in the feathers & stones 10+++
Reviewed by *********** ********** (Reader)
Reviewed on October 29, 2002
I agree with Bill....Very good poetry indeed!! Ty, Dani
Reviewed by Kate Clifford (Reader)
Reviewed on October 29, 2002
The rocks by the river is a good place to find answers :-) Deep questions. Answers you will find as the feather falls from the sky. Great write. (don't mind me I get in strange moods sometimes.)
Intuitively, I know I've lived many lifetimes, and none more interesting than the one I'm living now. However, being born an old soul somehow did not excuse me from the same job I share with you and that is learning to craft a positive attitude about
This second revised edition describes, from Onlinesss Self Awakening perspective, the major Truth-consciousness realm-waves of transcendent Self Awakening
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