repeating times & scores of days & weeks & months & years into eternity
Bodhisattva backslides
earthquakes, floods, & mudslides--
The Earth demanding change or tremor 'till we find release
From the cycles
webs we're spinning
spiders, cobwebs in our eyes grant the cleansing tears to wash out all our fears
to make the history we see
We're bored of boards that mask the splinters fracturing or hearts in seven billion tongues & need to be as one before the timewave reaches zero specks of sand
March hand in hand
barefoot across the land to sing our message loud & clear
the beauty everywhere surrounds us so long as clods & wind can hear us coming from the ground
I found my
the sheep to guide me through no matter what we say we understand the way to love & touch & see
Eternity is real, & we are just two of its creatures.
Evolve with me
& all will be
unity & peace
& two to one
eternally.
The world is ours.
And ours.
And ours.
