Unity is the Blueprint of This Trajectory

Unity is the Blueprint of This Trajectory

Potential it waits,
Under the surface,
Awaiting the right conditions,
To break through,
For they say in your greatest trial,
Is your greatest triumph,
As you burn the midnight oil,
To find truth dawning,
As you are yawning,
First light penetrates the darkness of ignorance,
Which was never bliss.

I scan the world for conflicts,
I see billions imagining what is real,
Concealing fears,
To be seen to be,
Is the wailing wall behind which many cry,
For if they climbed the wall,
To discover the other side,
To stand with them for a while,
Empathy would be the plaque,
As the testimony to truth,
That we are each other’s keepers,
When truth is the seeker,
One then sees to look,
Through the many books,
To find the call,
Was not to run and hide,
But to sing your praises.

We are one,
Is the catchcry of our times,
It is the master number,
It is the earth cycling the sun,
It is the water recycling nutrients,
It is the microorganisms oxygenating soils,
Breaking down what matters,
For nature is clean and green,
It is powered by solar particles and waves,
For many minds still live in caves,
Carving the walls with the graffiti
of narrow thinking.

The message has been sent,
The oneness of life in-forms compassion,
Paying it forward with passion,
Passing on goodwill to learn gods will,
Is shining in the kindness of mercy,
Is empty in the piety of great charity,
Is in respons-ability as the ability to respond,
Living values that unify,
Discarding division that draws lines in the sand,
To find sand is impermanence,
For differences were simply diversity,
Not to be challenged but embraced,
An intricate web of lace,
As grace is the paint brush of life
renewing the universal canvas,
As life experiences itself in the myriad forms,
From corn to cactus,
From lawns to tundra,
From mountains to savannahs,
From lions to gnats,
Subatomic particles to wind currents,
Our world is a living system without walls or lines,
It is in flows that finds balance grows,
For each variety is intimately formed,
Germinated and adorned,
As genetics has infinite combinations,
That no master locksmith can decode or break,
For the master key is known to one,
And that one is en-shrined in all,
Sleeping yet awake,
As perfect as the snowflake,
For love is the silvery river
of the milky way,
Curving space and time,
In spirals of galaxies that know not time,
Only 99.9% space.

We arrived one minute to midnight,
And think the world is ours,
Yet our stewardship is the greatest honour bestowed,
Slowly we watch the clouds billow,
Like giant pillows,
One could just jump and sleep,
Yet the aesthetic is secondary to the function,
For all life is functional, adaptable and sustainable,
As nature is active 24/7,
A rhythm perfected over billions of years,
That cannot be controlled,
Or bankrolled,
For all life is free of interference,
A language signalling temperature, currents, gravity and time,
It knows not of market prices,
Trading the planet for pieces of metal,
It only knows rhythm and rhyme,
Genetic boundaries and time,
Abundance without constriction,
Within spherical limitations,
As every intricate detail is the brail,
Felt in wind, water, fire, soil and air,
A holy grail of interdependencies,
Replenished by genetic contingencies,
As this orchestra is holistic,
Where life transforms and is restive,
For love always returns to harmony,
Unity is the blueprint of this trajectory,
Electromagnetic fields of budding lilies,
That neither toil nor spin.

Mother earth knows no standards of poor,
Life returns to the level playing field,
As all life is equal,
Returning to the end of a celestial cycle,
Breathing out to breath in,
A conscious transformation,
That is not voted for,
Nor taken by force,
Nor divided by fear,
It is merely a calibration of universal forces,
Spiralling upward,
Unleashing true potentials,
As galloping horses across space
on time.