What if somehow the Universe changed over night
suddenly causing the only sounds possible to be truth –
How silent would this world be?
TV Silenced,
Politicians Silenced,
Teachers and Professors Silenced –
The sound of that silence hauntingly deafening!
Shattering a consciousness shared for hundreds if not thousands of years.
What if suddenly only thoughts of goodness,
wholesome innocent thoughts were all this world could think?
Our silence would be trampled by the youthful exuberance of laughter
as the ills of centuries past would be corrected in our new reality:
What if we could choose?
Oh yeah we can –
But don’t –
So poets dream and artists create,
workers work and haters hate,
this is the Universe?
We are its highest form?
SDM
Showing posts with label Consciousness. Show all posts
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Tuesday, December 18, 2007
Friday, July 13, 2007
Truth and Poison
I feel the truth like poison seeping into our water table.
From the ground water we drink this tainted reality as half truths from the past are coming back to take their final due and there can be no escape.
These half lies, half truth, have served to stunt our collective consciousness lulling us into a very false sense of security.
It has weaved its way into our every day brought to us by those that seek to fatten their pockets not enrich the global brother and sisterhood.
I feel the truth, at least half, like arsenic, slowly stunting my nervous system until I am numb and desensitized so that when 100% truth is given (which is rare) I am somehow more ready to deal with it.
I’d like my truth like I like my water;
Fresh, clean and the source of life’s affirmations.
SDM
From the ground water we drink this tainted reality as half truths from the past are coming back to take their final due and there can be no escape.
These half lies, half truth, have served to stunt our collective consciousness lulling us into a very false sense of security.
It has weaved its way into our every day brought to us by those that seek to fatten their pockets not enrich the global brother and sisterhood.
I feel the truth, at least half, like arsenic, slowly stunting my nervous system until I am numb and desensitized so that when 100% truth is given (which is rare) I am somehow more ready to deal with it.
I’d like my truth like I like my water;
Fresh, clean and the source of life’s affirmations.
SDM
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