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Mother, father,
...sister,
brother
...mother natures' child...
remember in your struggles
to achieve a joyous equilibrium
we were born to be wild,
once and forever...
although, it may take forever
or maybe never
to settle our differences
having been not yet reconciled...
we await you... now, with open arms
we will do you ...no harm...
the holy wars are in our distant past
now, that we are one
lets celebrate as if this moment
...were to be our last...
Clouds of prayers issue forth
from the compassionate concerns
of those who measure their worth
in contributions along a course
of a universal sense of well being
while others raise their brows, in doubt
wondering what this fuss is all about
all too often dismissing them
as unsubstantiated pipe dreams
imaginative stories
in effort to describe
just who we are
and how we came to be
a team of sorts
with common roots
perhaps, beyond
our limited understanding
of the truth
about this life
of indeterminate
cause ...and effect,
despite times being unconcerned
failing to protect our children
much less ourselves
from the scorn and neglect
we have come to expect
in the course of life
outside our circle of friends
to reach out to our enemies
to share a moment to reflect
in our experience... of joy, grief and pain
upon this life ...and what it means
to bear of all our hopes and fears
we as human beings
in the echoes
of what we
...have experienced...
as we ascend through stages
of the gift of love and sanity...
hoping it's contageous and will spead
a message of hope
for what it is...
our test if it is that
we must overcome our imperfections
to see what problems manifest in what we perceive
that we might manage to address together
we strive to achieve with humanity
all along the battleground of ages
a step beyond the graves of places
where we have repeatedly failed
to take heed of the proverbs
and myriad other clues...
systematic
subliminal messages
planted along
the trail...
Still, on
and on the battle rages
reading between the lines
of history pages
which will, no doubt continue
to affect the currents
of our lives
as it has for all eternity
as it ensues
for those
who choose to persevere,
to continue to pursue
a life of quiet contemplation
despite the day to day confusion
which seems to come in steady streams
as we all struggle to discern
our true idenity
apart from the illusion
of what it is...
within
which causes us
to seek companionship
and if we walk
beside one another
for enough time
to get to know
the unique
shadow of a soul
we're blessed to be
beside the self reflection
of the spirit form
people tend to see
a progression...
in another solitary soul
trapped here with us
a product of one love's
expression
when pools of thought,
brought to the boiling point
fills the peoples lives
with consternation
remember
we are new arrivals
to this step of time
of subliminal persuasion
pushed further ahead
by life's design
as we emerge
from the sweat and toils
trials and tests of consciousness
where we have...
been kissed...
then cast adrift
all too often
finding prayer to be our calling
back to the creative source
in effort to become
more closely
aligned
not ever truely knowing
whether we
are cursed or blessed
with sufficient understanding...
to believe our will is strong
enough...
to live and share our love
and pass a spark,
the living spring
of energy
as we embark
into yet another
dimension of reality
in hopes that
a kernel of the seed
goes further along
in hope to find our gift,
will be planted well
in fertile ground
if not
before we leave
a prayer for us everyone
to find sufficient love
for us to succeed
to touch one another gently
with our gift of life
to continuously deliver
the message of love
we have carried from afar
...in heaven's dreams...
...for the inconsulate ones
who seek to find their identity
in doing others harm,
remember this...
only love can heal the wounds
you are suffering
whether, mother, father,
vagabond or child...
remember in your struggles
if you'd never meant to be touched,
you'd have
...never been born
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