the truth of the beauty
is manifest within you
as artists of magic, you
know words could help
to mend the world,
(but that is just my thought)
 

energies and harmonics
shepherds words/beings in place
ancient as lemuria
shifting and shaping
moving and learning,
(but that is just another thought)
 

as the fifth civilization
recorded on earth
in times of transition
everything is in its place
we are the current connected
(well, that is how I see it)
 

the creator is never identified
because it cannot be limited
the wonderful magnificence
is the river of all its drops
separation is only illusion
(because, that’s how my brain understands it)
 

connected we are both there
love needs love to thrive
it knows no bounds
whether you love me, something or someone
i see brilliance
(but, that is my perception)
 

we do not own anything/anyone
possession is in the mind
fear is,  “I’m not the one”
wisdom of spirit, always says
“yes, you are”
(yet, I talk to myself often)
 

within the gravity of
the physical plane
exists the terrors
of sorrow and suffering
and tormented souls
(and that pain, gives me headaches)
 

in the realm of spirit
as above, so below
and must be planted
with our loving intent
for it to be so in the world
(an ideal always challenged)
 

if this vision, this dream,
this concept seems madness to you
challenge yourself to consider
there is a collective of thoughts
that might just sometime matter
(but, not everyone thinks the same)
 

do you feel enough love
touched in a way
that makes you feel special
could it balance the world
from its own destruction?
(or are we just, cosmic drool)
 

constantly shifting and gathering
from something invisible
a uni-verse collective
waiting anxiously to be loved
when all along we already were
(maybe we haven’t learned to see it)
 

love, not war…is a better way
life is a bitch
(maybe you could help me change that)