Who Am I And Who Are You?

The promise to humanity is that there is light at the end of the tunnel. The angel you await is within you.

ECHOES OF LOVE

I glance toward the waving trees,
I don’t see branches but I feel the breeze,
Words are not words,
Symbols are ancient carriers,
Emerging out of a million worlds.

Who am I and who are you?
I disengage from the conceptual framework,
And I feel it doesn’t matter,
Because labels are a substitute for poor memory,
And create the illusion of order,
Closing your eyes it isn’t dark,
It is letting go of the literary expedition,
Which serves to travel across a trillion pages,
And fails to tell the real story,
Erecting a billion cages,
And I ask are we keeping something out,
Or are we locking ourselves in,
Because no-one knows the world,
The consciousness is physically contained,
And it travels to the edges then refrains,
Bringing down the bars,
As manifest as a billion stars.

The sparkles of thoughts are dancing in my mind,
Triggered by the sensation of my world,
There is so much in between the spaces,
Deep crevasses and canyons sliding deeper and deeper into time,
And I feel the harmony and it carries my soul,
Warming my heart of wine,
The language confines my wild spirit,
And acts as a camoflague,
Because my real language has no words and is filled with tears,
It is not bounded by custom, culture or years,
It is all happening within our own universe,
It isn’t external,
It isn’t internal,
It doesn’t come from above or below,
It is not seasonal, sunlight, rain or snow,
It is all encompassing but we are within the fold,
It is boundless beauty from every perspective,
Silently waving and vibrating in lifes shimmer,
It is effective,
It is evident in all life.

I turn to the human condition in my minds eye,
I feel the troubled hearts and the crying eyes,
I see the misconceptions and confusion
Descending like a dark cloud full of tears,
And I know that the confusion is carefully constructed
By a scaffolding of fears,
We must find the way to deconstruct the tower,
To open the eyes of awareness,
And find that there is no need for power,
That we must turn inward and reconnect with our Incredible soul,
We must find the shelter and warmth to shield us from the cold,
I will always pray for humanity and hope that they can see the dove,
For it glides and soars over us,
To scatter the seeds of love.