The Message of the End Game

It is time for the world to awaken. I feel we will go through great change, but in the end there will be a new world that honours all life. We are in the hands of our true nature. For we must find the harmony within to create it in the world. Connecting to our positive emotions and dealing with negative emotions is how we heal the planet. We are from nature, not separate, so the changes must arise from us I feel. There is no us and them, we are in this together. It is time for truth and reconciliation.

THE MESSAGE OF THE END GAME

My heart awakens,
As the world sleeps,
With its eyes closed,
Dreaming of another day another dollar,
Aware that the earth is burning,
For the temperature is warming,
As the worm is turning,
Not monitoring the mood of public sentiment,
For our way of life is dis-ease,
The fever,
In a State of delirium,
Buoyed by business-as-usual,
Secure routines that confirm order,
As this is the border never transgressed.

A steady stream of newspaper articles,
Paper cut outs of the usual global misery’s,
Keeping everyone despairing or in denial,
For they know they have no power,
Nor desire
For change.

The message of our times is the end game or game over,
The end times for some is the article of faith in Armageddon,
Yet the game of greed and fear will come to an end,
For it is not sustainable or practical,
It rewards superiority, accumulation and emotional detachment,
As a catchment of success without conscience,
And this is the level at which the levy runs dry,
And truth becomes the cloak of pretence,
As the fence that divides does not protect,
The world is not a natural sub-division,
It is our stewardship that unites the next generation to see a common future.

Do we leave the bounty for our children?
Or is this the mutiny on the bounty?
For the cruelty of the captains can sink the ship,
Will the crew choose the idyllic life as an unchained melody?
To sail is a hopeless endeavour,
For there are no trade winds in the Bermuda triangle of confusion,
For this is a zero point,
An apex with no angles,
Only rising sea levels,
The titanic of unquestioned beliefs,
Is the sinking ship as an ice breaker,
For polar ice intensifies magnetic fields,
deflecting solar winds,
As ice melts the atmosphere strips away,
Exposing lethal surface radiation,
As many will go underground.

Drifting tectonic plates a global shift as weight melts and displaces the continental shelf,
No alternatives in waiting,
As profit shackles progress,
Stuck on the tracks of systemic indifference to change,
Gaia naturally selects new world disorder,
A new generation that honours all life forms as energy in motion,
E-motion is new in-formation,
Indeed a re-formation,
Of life itself.