The New Movement 20 to 12

I felt to write of a possible future.  We will see what happens.  We are here for the ride.

THE NEW MOVEMENT 20 TO 12

Is the earth moving?
Legs are shaking,
As the ground is shape shifting,
Earthquakes corrugate plates,
Tsunamis wash away futures,
Melting ice caps need a suture,
As species extinction exacerbates,
Top soil loss accelerates,
Coral reefs are skeletal remains,
For the crown of thorns,
Makes sacrifice,
As chemicals mutate,
Viral outbreaks,
HIV epidemics,
For these are the gateways of change,
That cannot be understood in systemic theories,
As academics look for the links,
When it is the missing link,
That must be found,
For this is the ground,
Of our true humanity.

The core problem is not political,
It is spiritual,
What is spiritual?
It is stepping away from ego …

The egoic life appears normal,
As self interest,
Reflecting hearts that do not bleed,
Produces infertile seeds,
Planted by greed,
For these are the weeds,
That over consume,
Making it difficult to breathe,
Occupy the minds,
Making people blind,
Unable to hear,
Nor see,
Nor speak the truth
That sets us free.

The spiritual life is natural,
When one yields to life,
Life yields,
Allowing what shows up to come and go,
Not knowing is a natural flow,
For life comes and goes,
As tides of life ebb and flow,
As stewardship is the only ownership,
Anchored in no-time and space.

For we must ensure we own respons-ability,
And sell off control,
For we have the ability to respond to the tempo of the times,
To be the change,
As we flower petals of love,
A trail of petals form the path,
Of growth and understanding,
Allowing what is to be,
For only god knows what we don’t see,
When we just be ourselves,
This becomes the good seed,
Scattered and sown,
To maximise free dominion across this earth,
As natural selection favours varieties purified,
In life’s fires and droughts,
Sustaining and healing all pain,
As the new rain breaks the drought of reason,
Allowing shards of sunlight to breakthrough,
On the kites of consciousness,
Of thermodynamics,
Transferring the energy of many smiles,
Retreating to the breath of vipassana,
To open to the real nirvana,
From the foundations of true love.

So dear friends,
If you want to change the world,
You must first get changed,
Into your clown,
For this is the surround sound,
Of a new vibration,
As we sing to give more and take less,
To laugh more and grumble less,
To showcase talents in the streets and halls,
To offer your inspiring words from which you feel called,
For kindness and connection is the real well spring,
That burns down the embers of what was,
To rekindle what will be,
On a merry-go-round of endless fun fare,
For what goes around comes around,
When you know to be fair,
To let go of the superfluous,
And embrace the ridiculous,
In a sea of painted faces,
In character and plight,
To ride painted horses for courses,
And cheer as we elevate and uni-cycle,
For we are passengers on spaceship earth,
And this is the re-birth,
That evolves and revolves,
As we take flight into unchartered spaces.

Know that the times are indeed a changin,
The deck chairs are rearranging,
As the music reshuffles,
For each is choosing their personal state,
And this is fate,
As it is close to midnight,
It is getting late,
As the harmonic convergence of 260 counts,
A matrix in intervals of 360,
As we look to the skies we see,
The future returns its guarantees,
As new dimensions break us free,
Into a real world out of fantasy,
As hierarchies flatten,
Families positively re-pattern,
As 2012 beckons the light codes
of a new time zone,
To find we are not alone,
As virgin galactic spaceships land,
Uplifting us as we stand
on the precipice of our new space,
To find our race is inter-galactic not national,
And this is a taste of the para-normal,
Para gliding in what dreams may come,
For this is the 5th sundial pointing in all directions,
A precession of the equinoxes,
As the new movement creates a monumental
pole shift,
A galactic shift,
On calibrated time.