Returning to Peace in a Steady State of Self Awareness

Returning to Peace in a Steady State of Self Awareness

When a butterfly flaps its wings,
Are there earthquakes in Chile?
When cyclones oscillate across the coastline of Australia,
Are there ice melts in Greenland?

When oil spills
When carbon is unnaturally released,
When corals bleach,
When animals become extinct,
Does that mean the extinction of humankind?
Are we at the brink?

1 second to midnight,
The clock is ticking,
For the midnight oil is burning
down,
Many are staying up late
frowning,
Working later for less,
Is this the test?
On the crest of the wave,
Before it crashes?

Not all is lost,
There is still time,
We cannot turn back time,
But we can face a renewable future,
For the change is not in recycling or switching off lights,
The responsibility is not in working harder to beat inflation,
The security is not in trajectories of technology,
Or saving the ecology,
It is in returning to the Self,
For this is the North West Shelf,
That finds the undercurrents
don’t change

The Self unfolds space and time,
It is a moment of no time,
Stillness between the thoughts,
Reflecting within with a smile,
For all wisdom arises from a silent stream,
For this is the sacred zero point pre-texts,
That is not religion or doctrine,
Nor is it sin,
It is a place of deep contemplation,
A meditation as life,
A breath without controls,
Forgotten roles,
A sensation of the real life,

Surging,
Emerging,
Purging,
Merging,

Opening to life,
As the receptive fe-male,
The yin-yang of compliments,
Of gin seng,

Blending,
Sending,
Extending,
Communicating,

Pollinating new varieties naturally modified,
As harmony blends with winning,
Cooperation blends with competition,
Polling selects natural selection,
A pre-selection in the ballard playing to a future State,
For within the sublime is found the ridiculous,
From the serious one remembers the comedy,
And this is the new Camelot,
That transforms the feed lots into organic ingots,
Business-as-usual into the vocational as UN-usual,
Thus I think therefore I AM
feels for a new philosophy of real meaning.

There are no trophies only atrophy,
As emotional intelligence is the creativity of a new age-ency,
Transforming the base into gold,
As a new golden standard is above average,
As harmony rolls out a magic carpet,
On which all can ride.

For we are on a journey,
This is not a life sentence,
For you always can finish the sentence ….
Indeed you do not have to work,
You can work at non doing,
You do not have to be what you are not,
For we are undoing,
To re-member to be your-self,
To speak the truth to your-self,
And if it requires a financial collapse to get your attention,
Or a societal fracturing that drops masks of pretension,
Perhaps a massive solar flare to knock out satellites,
As clouds of confusion part like Moses parting the red sea,
The universe of dust clouds can be seen,
Not as remote viewing,
But an instant re-cognition,
In real time,
And space.

Awareness is not concentration,
Consciousness is not the opening of eyes,
It is to find yourself awakened,
As if after a long sleep,
You were unconscious of your true dream,
Upon awakening it is seen,
To creatively question,
The commons,
Is a common question,
Which makes a common room,
As the real news.

For all will come to see the same view,
When thinking differently,
For you were always free,
To see
unity,
In diversity,
And this is the evolution,
That can’t wait,
For a steady State,
Yet in a state of Peace,
We are the steady state,
That waits,
In awareness.