Post by Charlotte on Mar 17, 2009 10:09:17 GMT -5
To everyone, and especially Paul
HAPPY ST. PATRICK'S DAY!
Sorting through my old stuff, I found a poem I had written some 15 years ago when the buzz-word was 'paradigm shift', and 'healing our planet' came to the fore. It was before I met Francis/William, was more naive in certain things than I am now, though not less idealistic, and fits in with what we're on about here concerning the common good, considering ourselves equal, love moving all things and so on.
A shift in consciousness took place
Within the last decade,
With much good will and with God's Grace
Love is with us, not hate.
We, the people of the world
Regardless of what nation
Embark upon a journey now
of global cooperation.
With this in mind, we learn to care
for ourselves and others,
It is Love that we will share
And laughter with our brothers.
This globe can be our Paradise
Where no one lives in fear,
Equal are we, so say the wise,
And Spirit must be here.
For without Spirit all is dead
And Life is what we seek,
Unyielding are we in our quest
To reach the mountain's peak.
Along the way we plead our case
For Love and Peace, not strife,
To benefit the Human Race
And to keep Hope alive.
The Hope enabling us to form
The vision which we nurture,
Let us create the Golden Age
And forge a Noble Culture.
A world-wide understanding
Of why it is we're here,
Our universal purpose
Slowly becoming clear.
To feel and love and laugh and sing
And celebrate our Soul
To make the chimes of Freedom ring,
world-wide we're on a roll.
A planet free of fear and pain,
The Law of Love supreme,
Unmeasurable will be our gain
For God will join our Dream.
Good vibrations, heaven sent
We can feel all around us,
Blessed is our pure intent,
I'm so glad that Love has found us.
Shades of my Hippy past there.
Parts of another verse, which I dedicated to the World Leaders
An Orb, swirls of white and blue
We now see planet Earth,
Space flight afforded us this view
Of our place of birth.
Inspired by this gracious sight
A wondrous feeling starts,
We see ourselves in time and space
And silence fills our hearts.
Spinning its appointed way
So vulnerable and small,
We sense our place and see from space
Some Grandeur of the All.
Taking then, a closer look
Our hearts grow still and sad,
As species after species dies
With much of what we had.
Helpless struggle fish and bird
In toxic sludge and foam,
As our rivers and our lakes
become a silent tomb.
And what we see on our shores
Fills us with silent shame,
The Oceans vomit back to land
The filth from whence it came.
The gentle creatures of our seas
poisoned and filled with lead,
The waters give them back to us
Tagged, wounded, and or dead.
And mother Earth trembles from atomic explosions,
With horror we see small pools set in motion
To endlessly twist, contort and churn,
Condemned to suffer the ultimate burn
For thousands and thousands and many more years
Till no one is left to shed any tears.
Atomic waste we burry deep
Remotely and so clever,
Create the places we must keep
But go no more, forever.
Our World's Leaders we now strongly petition
To act on the cause of this deplorable condition.
But they still talk of terrible weapons as if deaf, dumb, and blind,
While we look for change of the Global Mind.
This was then, and even though the Emperor, in this case the power-mongering, stupid, dangerous and unrelenting human Ego, the Minetaur in the cave of creation, of the Greeks, has only changed clothing, his robe is desolving by the acidity of his own inequities as ano dazumal. Time, the sustaining feminine entity, is so overburdened that it has to run out, but Love never will for no one controls it.
Lastly, I agree with Paul that we can seek truth but never have possession of it, only 'a thief' would, and when predisposed to Love there is an automagical function which lets truth appear and move across the screen to be wondered at momentarely without any desire to hold onto it as it shows itself to the next person, ready. Something like that and the more to it.
Pardon me for overburdining you with old stuff, it gave me a chance to begin posting again, difficult after being absent for a while.
Everyone is Irish today!
Charlotte
HAPPY ST. PATRICK'S DAY!
Sorting through my old stuff, I found a poem I had written some 15 years ago when the buzz-word was 'paradigm shift', and 'healing our planet' came to the fore. It was before I met Francis/William, was more naive in certain things than I am now, though not less idealistic, and fits in with what we're on about here concerning the common good, considering ourselves equal, love moving all things and so on.
A shift in consciousness took place
Within the last decade,
With much good will and with God's Grace
Love is with us, not hate.
We, the people of the world
Regardless of what nation
Embark upon a journey now
of global cooperation.
With this in mind, we learn to care
for ourselves and others,
It is Love that we will share
And laughter with our brothers.
This globe can be our Paradise
Where no one lives in fear,
Equal are we, so say the wise,
And Spirit must be here.
For without Spirit all is dead
And Life is what we seek,
Unyielding are we in our quest
To reach the mountain's peak.
Along the way we plead our case
For Love and Peace, not strife,
To benefit the Human Race
And to keep Hope alive.
The Hope enabling us to form
The vision which we nurture,
Let us create the Golden Age
And forge a Noble Culture.
A world-wide understanding
Of why it is we're here,
Our universal purpose
Slowly becoming clear.
To feel and love and laugh and sing
And celebrate our Soul
To make the chimes of Freedom ring,
world-wide we're on a roll.
A planet free of fear and pain,
The Law of Love supreme,
Unmeasurable will be our gain
For God will join our Dream.
Good vibrations, heaven sent
We can feel all around us,
Blessed is our pure intent,
I'm so glad that Love has found us.
Shades of my Hippy past there.
Parts of another verse, which I dedicated to the World Leaders
An Orb, swirls of white and blue
We now see planet Earth,
Space flight afforded us this view
Of our place of birth.
Inspired by this gracious sight
A wondrous feeling starts,
We see ourselves in time and space
And silence fills our hearts.
Spinning its appointed way
So vulnerable and small,
We sense our place and see from space
Some Grandeur of the All.
Taking then, a closer look
Our hearts grow still and sad,
As species after species dies
With much of what we had.
Helpless struggle fish and bird
In toxic sludge and foam,
As our rivers and our lakes
become a silent tomb.
And what we see on our shores
Fills us with silent shame,
The Oceans vomit back to land
The filth from whence it came.
The gentle creatures of our seas
poisoned and filled with lead,
The waters give them back to us
Tagged, wounded, and or dead.
And mother Earth trembles from atomic explosions,
With horror we see small pools set in motion
To endlessly twist, contort and churn,
Condemned to suffer the ultimate burn
For thousands and thousands and many more years
Till no one is left to shed any tears.
Atomic waste we burry deep
Remotely and so clever,
Create the places we must keep
But go no more, forever.
Our World's Leaders we now strongly petition
To act on the cause of this deplorable condition.
But they still talk of terrible weapons as if deaf, dumb, and blind,
While we look for change of the Global Mind.
This was then, and even though the Emperor, in this case the power-mongering, stupid, dangerous and unrelenting human Ego, the Minetaur in the cave of creation, of the Greeks, has only changed clothing, his robe is desolving by the acidity of his own inequities as ano dazumal. Time, the sustaining feminine entity, is so overburdened that it has to run out, but Love never will for no one controls it.
Lastly, I agree with Paul that we can seek truth but never have possession of it, only 'a thief' would, and when predisposed to Love there is an automagical function which lets truth appear and move across the screen to be wondered at momentarely without any desire to hold onto it as it shows itself to the next person, ready. Something like that and the more to it.
Pardon me for overburdining you with old stuff, it gave me a chance to begin posting again, difficult after being absent for a while.
Everyone is Irish today!
Charlotte