Saturday, August 27, 2011

The Universe's Perpetual Inspiration

Gratitude for the Universe's perpetual inspiration-Manifestation-
celebration-graciously present the present-never lessening the lesson
straight messing on the besting-keeping it reeling real as steel
on an even keel-make the times rhyme with the Love of Einstein-
what's ours is Ours-replacing what's mine is mine
no new religion-just the simplest mission
reminding Transformation of All
nations mere rationalizations-distractions
splitting spitting factions-never mind ego, Let Go
our high aspirations-for the highest realization
Truth-the ultimate frontier is here-
Now-orphan aliens-forgotten-forsakenly mistaken
trading hope for profit-get off it-We know
deep balance-the mightiest of challenge
fading lines of seperation-manifest information
Inspiration is within Us-needs only be discussed
rather the disgust-aversion the diversion
desire's dissolution-needs only aspire of sharing
absolute universal caring- ever-respecting God-
All bodhisattva-Our own masters-never disasters
gone-gone beyond-gone altogether beyond-within and without
doubt-adrift in the abyss-nothing ever missed
save those lost-shadowed souls-play roles
aiming for the goal-United Liberation-
Oneness is Abundance-Love the best
of lessons-never lessened by messing besting
Manifest Gratitude essential to Universal
United Liberation-perpetual inspirations
no equations necessary-Our mutual anniversary
Revolution-immanent solutionaries-Love All One-
part and parcel of evolutionaries-never enemies
Tranform mutation's revelation-forever amities
Profess Progress-Aim Tame-Sustaining Refraining-Solution Evolution-
Share Care-Evolve Revolve-Growing Showing-Creation Manifestation

Saturday, August 20, 2011

A Work in Progress

They say I come from God. That is, We All Do, but I'm sent for a purpose. What that purpose might be, well, that's anybody's guess. We tell stories of God's son, and it's sort of like that, except I wasn't born of a virgin, or a woman for that matter. They say I just fell from the sky, 'matured' as it were. I can't remember-- can't remember really anything before the war. Often I feel just like a child, ignorant of this world's ways. This world, made of steel, paper money, bright lights, fires inside homes, motor vehicles, gas-burning energy, delusion, greed, guilt, gluttony, excess, separation and isolation, but mostly destruction-- the broken dream of a society known as America. We once fought for the freedoms we were taught to believe in, if only not for those among Us so afraid of change they'd sacrifice themselves, and everything We ever loved and protected, to go against nature...