I love the rivers skies trees seas,
smells of honeysuckle
wafting through evening hours of summer.
I love the earth beneath my feet -
the being together as one.
I love the grasses, golds of turning hay.
Spring's buds.
The freshness of greens on the newest of leaves
The glorious days of autumn's surrender splendour.
I silently cry, as I see the not knowing
the earth sky rivers and seas are all
inter-dependently one.
See the reason for living
take on a whole different meaning of form -
A new bible plate, where the,
as long as it looks ok from the outside,
and a new worshipped creed of,
greed greed greed, take take take -
Become the norm.
I long to hear the hearts of men sing unity's song
here written, as the earth was spun into being,
self sustaining us.
I long to smell city streets sweet.
See seas crystal clear -
Not overflowing land-fills, endless endless waste.
I long to see intelligent's face create the pace
where true beauty rules.
Where the dignity of space dictates..
I long to see intellegent's face reflected back
to the human race. Creating more ease,
planting millions of trees, keep pure the air we breath.
Eliminate manmade disease, of body mind spirit and soul.
I long to see rainbows clear of acid skies.
Oceans clean of nuclear waste.
Feel pores breath. Lungs expand, free
of toxic scented gels for cleaning the bath,
air, hair and so much much more.
Have we, the human race gone so completely mad,
that we allow deranged gods create politicians, who,
untrained for the job at hand spin worlds that say
democracy exists, and within that parameter lay roads to
where one man's meat, is another mans poison! -
Profits swollen, as the flowers of greed seed need.
Instil tarnished glamour, sawdust food, hollow prayers,
empty plates, and the road that goes to where?
I refuse to go wherever that may be.
I refuse to fall into that grinding mill.
I refuse to despair because I know
that God, the all pervading That has planted
in our hearts a golden measure, of a knowing
that it is for us to care, for all the levels of the mortal plane.
To live according to the sacred law,
that keeps the knowing clear.
The earth to treasure.
Yet, on another plane, another level,
there is a law that says, Let it be Thy will.
And so, I find myself within a paradox.
On different planes of being -
In the in-between.
Where I have travelled so to know,
it all comes back to You.
You, the god of all, the god within,
who holds the knowing, the measure.
Where I stand amidst the comings and the goings.
Listening to the ancient voice within -
Let it be Thy will,
Let it be Thy will.
I Refuse to Despair
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