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life...
looking back
to the beginning
following its course...
a battle we seem
to think we're winning
choosing sides in a divorce?
when all the while
we should be changing course
back to the source
others may make it seem
this is only a dream
to have you give up...
what it is they're after
written upon your genes
Remember this
freedom is a game they play
inviting you to play games of chance
taken by things you may not understand
at first requests, next come demands
practiced steps ...in the devils dance
things are not always what they seem
...you, who have the dreams
Not to conquer planets
this is your world...
Before you move on to the next
understand what it is to be here
compare all of this, to
what is it like on lifeless planets
on this world... with its great diversity
poised delicately, profusely furnished
with a rich array of life forms
do we even understand it
this balancing act... we enjoy
if that's what it is
yet, those who speak
as if they'd planned it
We who suckle at the teat
of mother nature
still dangling on thin ropes
we have fashioned out of twine
living in homes of wood and clay
armed with a sense of curiosity
we waste on trivial things
with fools as kings
forgetting all the while
who put the rhyme in rain
will our AI recognize
the intricate patterns
of interactions between raindrops
as they fall free
yet tethered to the wind/storms gentle breezes
as atmospheric rivers flow
giving rebirth in with the lightest touch...
expanding, as it grows
while interacting
with the whole of nature
touching intimately
passing through time/space
moving between
passions and dreams
with purpose only we know
the beauty in its glow
rising by increments
as we come to know
to feel a resonance
showing gratitude
at loves return
its display,
merely a start of
a wondrous interaction
activated by the touch
of sun within its heart
which hunger for the sweet kiss
of moisture magic
how could a soul resist
the love expanding across dimensions
As a mother showering love upon her children
even in the mists
falling upon the barren plains
interactions which allow us
to siphon off a little
and establish a self-sustaining blend of nutrients
we can grab and go
without destroying anything
like the wind... as nature knows
its there, if you know where to find it
and to those not blinded
by a selfishness/greed
to spread the love
and share the seed
of unspoiled dignity,
true royalty
sharing love... not spreading
pain/death/misery
We who plant the seed...
beacon you to join us
when we fed you at our tables
you studied, thus were enabled
to recreate the pattern of our success
not to own us... to be blessed
then, how does this food
find its way to our tables
are we asking the right question,
are we able
To... recognize the patterns in the maze
which brought us to this phase
balanced upon a tears//hardships
of so many lives before us
sacrificing everything
if Heaven has a chorus
it is their voices which enrich
and carry in its song
who puts the rhythm in the sun
we see a steady light
and feel its fire even on a cold day
inspired perhaps
to know its familiar feeling
upon our skins
as it begins to penetrate
our souls within
you who feel the love
in Life
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