We love ourselves too often and need reach out much more often. It is a social responsibility and it effects the environment also.
Is there a perfectionist storm
Calling like the wind
To the hearts of us all
Can we hear the call
Is the whisper
Audible enough
To bring us back
Back to love
To that magical place
To that village
Where we all belong
Inside the sea
Within us
To reach a place
Of peace and calm
Where anger subsides
Till things clear up
And hope is here
As like arising Sun
The moment
The moment
When fear meets love
And the waters of change
Open for us
The brave
The kind
The lovely.
Hods a great lamp
Shining darkness
And it had beauty
And that is something
For it open doors
In it sharp coils
This spin back and forth
With the nurse of spin
No no
You can not win
You can only break the chain
Into red ribbons
Facts are found
Like supporting rocks
And the rest burns
Carried far in the wind
To a land of peace
Where new things begin
And it is love
That does it
Good
All was well
Even beautiful
It is understood
The coil is no underground
In the soil
And a lotus seed
Grows.
And it had beauty
And that is something
For it open doors
In it sharp coils
This spin back and forth
With the nurse of spin
No no
You can not win
You can only break the chain
Into red ribbons
Facts are found
Like supporting rocks
And the rest burns
Carried far in the wind
To a land of peace
Where new things begin
And it is love
That does it
Good
All was well
Even beautiful
It is understood
The coil is no underground
In the soil
And a lotus seed
Grows.
The great dark things were fading fast
As darkest things seldom last
For Angel 's wings cut those in half
The people rise up
Holding the miracle
The brimming cup of love
To slowly return the laughter
And transform petty fighters
Measure by measure.
For Angel 's wings cut those in half
The people rise up
Holding the miracle
The brimming cup of love
To slowly return the laughter
And transform petty fighters
Measure by measure.
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