Passing by, unaware....

Crisp and cool are the breezes that are moving through the trees
Scampering squirrels are seeking out the nutrition that'll please
Early morning sunshine has just finished its y morning dance
While all the world is alive with great beauty: take a glance

Countless colors of winged ones are pecking upon the ground
Rhythmic is their walking and so delightful is their sound
Blue jays, sparrows and cardinals and woodpeckers: one or two
Are gracing the world around me and am sure you'll see some too

Passersby, with vehicles, are zooming quickly here and there
Not realizing  all the  beauty they may be passing by unaware
Man made modes of transportation with all of its moving noise
Can never replace the awesomeness that comes without a voice..

Fantasy world

Oh the brokenness we can create
When from the real world we deviate
Living  our lives inside of some fantasy
Far from  truth and from  reality..

Pretending the things that can never be
We  burden ourselves so foolishly
Crying and crying incessantly
Over  failures inside of some  fantasy

Before our eyes we can always see
What is what and  what is reality
But we too often unrealistically
Cling too tightly to our fantasy

We weren't understanding

We weren't even strong enough to block all of your hitting
Or  smart enough to know why it is you were spitting
Day after day you would keep up with all your rituals
Of meanness and abusiveness beneath guise of the spiritual

We were the most perfect of beings to  the beholder
Until closer investigation revealed wounds that were older
Than the first sign of the  noticing of all of these bruises
Fearfully we'd pull away from those asking about the abuses

We were just the little ones who weren't  understanding
Why our assigned caretakers would be so mean and demanding
Trying to be happy while beneath so much  fearfulness
You were the ones who created all of this: our tearfulness...

Let us be radiant in our love for each other

There is a great beauty in the giving to one another
Something so strengthening in being a sister or a brother
Closely uniting ourselves to everything that is created
Because in the great scheme of things we're all so related..

Yes everyone and everything is so connected and bonded
Intertwined and over lapping our spirits have responded
To that great mystical and mysterious tug of the Spirit
We cannot help but love those who are deeply inside of it...

So let us be radiant in our love for  each other
Embracing each person as our sister and our brother
Loving each creature and created one so equally
That everyone who sees us will come to us so peacefully ..

I won't pretend it doesn't hurt...

Would you have me to be quiet about all of my  pain
And say it is not hurting though a bruise will remain
Would you have me pretend it, that the hurt isn't there
Can you explain why you're thinking that this is even fair?

Pretending might cover it up:  this most painful scar
And it might even get me going but it won't carry me far
For deep down inside of me in my wound-ness there
I'm waiting to be healed and am waiting for some care..

I know you might be meaning well with your words ever kind
But telling me to get over it, is not so soothing to my mind
It's like saying to me:  just forget it or pretend  that you're okay
When  in all reality I am  hurting and and having a bad day..

Heaven

No more anger and no more unkindness
No more death and no more blindness
No more hating and no more fighting
No more arguing or back biting.

No more homeless and no more hungry
No more weeping or poor ones crying
No more bitterness and no more warring
No more need for the banks or storing

No more buying and no more selling
No more shouting and no more yelling
No more bullying and no more stealing
No more sicknesses  or awful feeling..

....Heaven...