Dream a world and you will find
That what you hold there in your mind
Someday will be brought to be
If we learn that we are free
To build our world from things we've thought
For we together choose our lot
Know that something can be done
That's how the battle will be won
Break thru the layers of disbelief
Let go of all the fear and grief
For though we set ourselves a part
We all make up the beating heart
Of Mother Earth alive and well
With peace and harmony we dwell
Where consciousness has rising swirled
Because we dared to dream a world
~September 26, 1990
Monday, April 4, 2011
PROPHETS OF DOOM
Prophets of doom be still with your fire
Setting the powers of Fate as your sire
I shan't take part in your fear or your sorrow
For I can clearly see our tomorrow
With the transforming and healing all done
All of the people and Earth live as one
With no Armageddon's last fiery ball
So prophets of doom be gone with you all
~September 12, 1990
Setting the powers of Fate as your sire
I shan't take part in your fear or your sorrow
For I can clearly see our tomorrow
With the transforming and healing all done
All of the people and Earth live as one
With no Armageddon's last fiery ball
So prophets of doom be gone with you all
~September 12, 1990
I FIND THE WORLD A JOYFUL PLACE
I find the world a joyful place
Here in my niche of time and space
And like the rings upon a pond
This joy expands forever on
'Til all the world's engulfed in love
And all below is as above
~September 14, 1990
Here in my niche of time and space
And like the rings upon a pond
This joy expands forever on
'Til all the world's engulfed in love
And all below is as above
~September 14, 1990
DAWN
Breaking thru the stormy night
I hear a mournful cry
The rain upon my cheeks I take
For teardrops from the sky
Our Mother Earth is crying
And it causes me to fear
All we've done here in the past
Has brought her death so near
But then I hear another sound
Beneath the pounding rain
Realization dawns now as
The sun comes out again
For this is not the sound of death
'Tis not the sound of fear
I listen to her laughter knowing
It was always here
Those other feelings were my own
Projected on the earth
It was my mind and attitudes
That gave these things their birth
Since they're mine then I can change
And dry my tearful eyes
Now I know for certain that
My Mother never cries
~September 21, 1990
I hear a mournful cry
The rain upon my cheeks I take
For teardrops from the sky
Our Mother Earth is crying
And it causes me to fear
All we've done here in the past
Has brought her death so near
But then I hear another sound
Beneath the pounding rain
Realization dawns now as
The sun comes out again
For this is not the sound of death
'Tis not the sound of fear
I listen to her laughter knowing
It was always here
Those other feelings were my own
Projected on the earth
It was my mind and attitudes
That gave these things their birth
Since they're mine then I can change
And dry my tearful eyes
Now I know for certain that
My Mother never cries
~September 21, 1990
LOVE YOUR MOTHER
Love your mother, Planet Earth
Love yourself and find your worth
The outside world springs from within
So that's the place you must begin
Let the light inside you rise
To brighten up your mental skies
And you'll see a different world
Before your wond'ring eyes unfurled
~September, 1990
Love yourself and find your worth
The outside world springs from within
So that's the place you must begin
Let the light inside you rise
To brighten up your mental skies
And you'll see a different world
Before your wond'ring eyes unfurled
~September, 1990
WHEN MY MIND
When my mind becomes
too narrow
I walk outside and throw
my consciousness
to the sky
and find the sky
is not big enough
to hold it.
~May 10, 1990
I AWOKE WITHIN A DREAM
I awoke within a dream
While other people slept
And found that there despite it all
My sanctity had kept
So with the beacons I have known
I gladly add my light
I burn the candle of myself
But do not curse the night
Softly still I walk between
The shadowed cracks of time
So only those who wish to wake
Will hear the flowered rhyme
The dream goes on but where I look
Illusions part for me
I know the meaning of my life
My purpose is to Be
~July 24, 1990
While other people slept
And found that there despite it all
My sanctity had kept
So with the beacons I have known
I gladly add my light
I burn the candle of myself
But do not curse the night
Softly still I walk between
The shadowed cracks of time
So only those who wish to wake
Will hear the flowered rhyme
The dream goes on but where I look
Illusions part for me
I know the meaning of my life
My purpose is to Be
~July 24, 1990
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