Water, water dear mother
We are running the land
Breaking apart the rocks
Each a part of the plan
Waters of the ocean
Each water body soft
Wearing away impoverishment
That has held any blocks
Breathe each breath inside you
to the naval of the land
Breathe each breath deeply
Just as mother has planned
Where naval touches spine
it so softly navigates
Each memory of divine
Permeated by love, part of sublime
As each memory blossoms
We touch where love flows
The spine arches in waves
We're each beginning to glow
Julie
November 2026
The world as you know it - all that you see, taste, feel and touch, comprises only about 5% of all of the stuff of the universe. The other 95% is what we have considered "nothing" or the "firmament" or dark matter or the heavens or mystic Other Worlds. This 95% is multi-dimensional and consists of potential realities that may be perceived.
A single thought...a mere whisper, ...... barely upon a breeze that catches a spark... all is tinder before the firestorm... and yet.
ONLY that whisper
ONLY that thought
the world is forever changed beyond the fears and dreams of cardboard men.
Freedom and change starts within:
It is encouraged by truth and courage of people who love
Built by the respect of true beings standing as one before each other.
Lets us cross every man made borders
without fear stare into eyes and hearts of all our brothers and sisters: within our words without shouting,or force to hold each to our truths; and let us without fear freely share what works...
Written By Ꮙℓἇ∂ἇ..aka Reɪvən ღ
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