Life is intelligent energy, inherent and coherent, perpetually self existent

Man in his dualistics state is able to separate, isolate, annihilate and duplicate in which he or she thinks that they can create

A matter of belief that has the world in its present state of grief
In wholeness we can have a relief
But we love to dream, and will continually feel the steam until we can flow with the everpresent stream

We are caught in a thought flow of repetition that breeds destruction upon every race and nation

We claim to be different, while we lament with discontent
Unaware from where we have descended
We invent where we will be ascended
Mesmerized with division, imitation, and cultivation,
producing tradition to be imposed upon the new born in hopes of immortalizing our invention

With this present make belief vision, you can look way behind and way ahead and see the same suspended animation

Is that tradition? Imitate some ones version, which becomes an identity, our authority
The reality of society filled with hate, racism and enmity

Confined to the past to be freed by nuclear blast
Then to resurrect with a birth defect to be blamed upon some genetic ancestral circumspect

A mind not freed today is the same a million years away


(c)3/22/95