Post by AquarianM on Aug 22, 2008 at 9:38pm
In Between Skins...
The drum beats softly,
Heartbeat across lands and continents,
Frequencies of light invisible,
No colors left.
One world - one tribe - one family,
Members bellicose and benign a common thread.
Dance for the world,
Move for life,
Seeing tree leaves and wind and rain,
A web of life interconnected.
Spirit lies between skins,
Breathing the same air and water,
Every soul and piece of creation,
Recycled from endless time.
There is no here and there,
Only everywhere,
Lines in the sand are wind-blown nothingness,
Figment of a moment ephemeral.
Neither the sun nor moon care for sight,
Yet light is given freely,
Stars are had by all,
None is the wiser.
The arts of division equal to a prison,
Something is changing the equation,
Finally we breathe freely,
Regardless of fear or word one world.
Every disillusion must pass - it's clearly time.
AquarianM
By: Daniel A. Stafford
© 08/22/2008
The drum beats softly,
Heartbeat across lands and continents,
Frequencies of light invisible,
No colors left.
One world - one tribe - one family,
Members bellicose and benign a common thread.
Dance for the world,
Move for life,
Seeing tree leaves and wind and rain,
A web of life interconnected.
Spirit lies between skins,
Breathing the same air and water,
Every soul and piece of creation,
Recycled from endless time.
There is no here and there,
Only everywhere,
Lines in the sand are wind-blown nothingness,
Figment of a moment ephemeral.
Neither the sun nor moon care for sight,
Yet light is given freely,
Stars are had by all,
None is the wiser.
The arts of division equal to a prison,
Something is changing the equation,
Finally we breathe freely,
Regardless of fear or word one world.
Every disillusion must pass - it's clearly time.
AquarianM
By: Daniel A. Stafford
© 08/22/2008