World Transformation is a Re-Birth?

Earth changes are here. We are in exciting times. We can choose business-as-usual or choose to be unusual to redefine business. For when you do you will be out of a job seeking security in the truth of who you are.

That is indeed the ship of fools. I felt inspired to write this poem.

World transformation is a Re-Birth

When you think of the world,
What do you see through worldly eyes?
Are you aware that this is an ancient planet?
Do you believe it is alive?
Cycling within an ecosystem across space stretching time?
For the greater purpose is the silent spring,
Of natural geometric and genetic codings,
A byline many do not choose to read,
For the earth is not for sale,
As industrial stocks fall,
It is a self regulating system of harmony,
And we are neither employers, employees or unemployed,
We are stewards in space and time,
Choosing the future we desire,
On time.

When you look up at the stars,
What do you see through starry eyes?
Do you feel we are alone?
Is that star dust in your eyes?
Or do you see the problem in others?
Are you alone because you cannot feel?
For to feel who you are enables you to know you are not alone,
For you do not need a telescope to ad-venture beyond the stars.

When you imagine the universe,
What do you see in your cosmic eye?
Could there have been wars?
Are there different dimensions?
Do amino acids transfer on the long tales of comets?
Does space warp or bend?
Are there worm holes?
Could civilisations have existed?
Or do they exist to civilize?
Why haven’t they been seen?
Do they exist or is it we cannot see?
Is it a question of probability?
Or is it a question of fate?
Is evolution a solid state?
Or a state of being open to change?

Love is the star light that emanates,
Acceptance is the star gate that opens to new knowledge,
Universal spiral blueprints rotate the rhythm of creation,
For life is expansion,
It cannot not grow,
For its nature is to know,
For to grow is the gamut,
A range of musical notes,
Harmonics and holograms?
Evolving from sorrow to great joy,
Is the gumnut of the eucalyptus,
About to germinate in great forest fires,
For when the heat is on,
The love of life emerges intensely,
And the kernel of truth,
Cultivates new varieties from the future looking back,
For we are to look within,
Not without,
…for stability,
For this is a foundation upon which we find the centre,
In seed banks,
Not bank accounts,
Nor jobs,
Homes,
Friends or family,
It is found in faith,
And this is the mustard seed that moves mountains,
For as mountains move,
And seas rise,
It may appear the end,
But notice the sunrise is still occurring,
The rainbow is setting on a new era,
To find a golden age,
For there are no mistakes on life’s journey,
And no-one is in control,
Each is playing their role,
For over the horizon awaits a new deal,
It is the final seal,
Ushering in peace on earth,
And that is a re-birth,
That awakens,
The stars,
In our eyes.