Ground Zero is Zero Point

I felt when September 11 occurred that this was a global turning point which I call a zero point, as it created a change in the world. The world is waking now as it witnesses nature rumble, popular protests, media exposure and the failing of financial markets. Some will go into panic others will look for solutions. This is a time of opportunity to create a better world, one that is balanced and favours cooperation, fairness, inclusivity and freedom. We each choose the world that comes through our example, choose wisely.

GROUND ZERO IS ZERO POINT

The world is fragments of glass,
Shards of misunderstanding,
Where we see only a fraction of what is true.

The refraction of truth can be distorted,
A room of mirrors
Can show you what you want to see,
For our reflection is in our actions,
And in-action is being,
The living truth.

For some see the world as brutal,
Others see the world as beauty,
A wonder to behold,
That can never be bought or sold,
Yet the stockbroker sees beauty in rising stock,
The rise and fall of empires like a rock,
The animal instincts of the marketplace,
For profit is the mountain they wish to climb,
For there is power out on a limb,
For landmines are not toys with which to play,
The outcome is the challenge that leverage brings.

I watch the events of September eleven unfold,
A threshold was crossed,
At ground zero,
For bunker busters in Afghanistan,
Blew away the ancient and old,
A threshold was crossed,
Warm lives became cold,
For the graveyard is full,
But there are no crosses for the poor,
For they are not Christian,
Their life remains in the bunker at ground zero.

Yet for some conquest is a global chessboard,
It is in pieces,
No cross to bear for there is no sacrifice,
Although some bear the cross as salvation,
Yet real salvation is viewed as truth,
Yet viewfinders seek to find their mark,
Trajectories destroy the path,
Depleted uranium gives a half life,
4 billion years,
The earth is depleted,
We are in strife if we think we know,
For it is in thinking that we no longer feel,
Ourselves.

There is no defence only fear,
There is no war of triumph only tears,
There is no security only walls,
That imprison freedom and inspiration,
There is no construction only destruction,
For this project is designed,
A new American century peppered by land-mines,
Mining a toxic landscape,
This is the modern streetscape,
Of trenches where boulevards were lined,
But many are lining up for the last gravy train,
Yet this is the chamber of horrors,
The last holocaust in-train,
On the backs of pain.

The ignorance is profound,
For ground zero is found
In zero tolerance,
It is the suppression of depression,
A repression of the heart,
For to feel is a motherhood statement,
For in the military are men,
Who are uniform and forlorn,
Who’s lives are incomplete,
For they compete for education,
For they are systematically poor,
Emotionally illiterate,
For only the desperate and deceptive,
Are bedfellows in this game,
For delusion is the grand illusion,
A Pax Americana is collusion,
To manufacture consent.

The media is the army band,
Beating the drum,
Keeping the rhythm of terror,
Singing the same syntax error,
A million dollars a minute on military spending,
Is a real life terror,
For just imagine the impact,
Of transferring this error,
To a new century of enlightenment,
Where no-one lives in poverty,
Where all have access to education,
No more crime or in-security,
Where one who is thirsty gets their water for free,
No more protests on the streets for human dignity,
Where one who is blind can finally see,
For the glaucoma is the greed,
That makes seeds redundant,
This is where motherhood is the real statement of love,
For she is the earth itself,
She witholds no nourishment just gives to need,
This is what it means to be family,
This is worth defending,
But to attack the innocent,
For a stock-exchange,
This is the insanity of the blind,
To murder with impunity,
Is an impurity for which one cannot wash clean,
The crimes against humanity have been seen,
And the movement has begun,
It is more powerful then the sun,
No amount of armament can defeat love,
For it is the dove that is here,
It is not a second coming,
For it never left,
For there are no enemies,
There is no-one to hate,
There is no insecurity,
Or thirsting for power,
For this is the hour,
That many are awakening from the dream,
The world is spiritual it seems,
And the means are the ends,
That will bring us home,
To a place we’ve always known.

I am writing to you with love,
With compassion for I see your darkness,
For I am a visionary,
For when you see,
You will look,
Into the world book,
And see that a new story will unfold,
For humanity has chosen,
Life over death,
Goodness over evil,
Truth over falsehood,
For these values are an immeasurable wealth.

For love invites you to the table,
To share with us your skills and joy,
To drop your weapons and leave them at the door,
To work together for the world,
For I see your grandchildren and great grandchildren,
They are at crossroad,
You can give them direction,
If you are able to see to the horizon,
For if you have lost your way in the short term,
There is no way they will find the future,
There is no equity in unsustainable growth,
For you didn’t notice the climate changed,
Didn’t realise that this is strange,
Don’t you think?

For only when you feel to see,
For the fragments of colour,
Blend into white light,
For this is the enlightenment we are creating,
When one sees oneself in anothers plight,
This is the gift of vision a second sight,
This is the mission statement,
This is the motherhood endowment,
That will give your real life back.
For the next generation is awaiting your final statement,
To the world,
Will it be the Nobel Peace Prize?
Or the nuclear wasteland devoid of a sunrise?
For the 4th world war is waiting on your welcome,
Yet the reception is winter,
For the threshold was crossed,
Consumed by the power of fear,
A reference group that bids no difference,
On defence,
Is the agenda,
For the rhetoric is ground zero,
Yet nothing exists at zero,
For there is no winner,
Only shock and confusion,
As fission becomes con-fusion.

It has been said that the meek will inherit the earth,
Do you know what this means?
This is what it means to become zero,
For the ego is merely self created power,
Humility is the true humanity,
That seeks to free sovereignty of the self,
Consumed by the power of love,
For this is a group that embraces differences,
It is defenseless,
Yet this is real security,
For what is there to protect when one has no fear?
For what you fear you attract,
This is a universal law,
What you imagine you project onto others,
And this is the projectile of your M.A.D. world,
But the real world is unplugged,
From the matrix of illusion,
For what you resist persists,
And what you look at disappears,
For illusion dissipates before truth,
And the truth will set you free,
From self doubt.

So the choice is yours today,
Where is your energy flowing?
Imperialism or enlightenment?
Corporate responsibility or free trade?
Construction or destruction?
The future of children or ground zero?

I trust you are the hero we are waiting for,
For common sense is the public good,
This is the trust I invest in you,
For you are worthy of this investment,
May we share the bounty as friends,
With equity,
And in peace.