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Like the seeds dormant 'neath blankets of snow,
Truths and destinies too lie patient awaiting time’s tide,
As spring’s wet welcome kiss ignites the grains of life,
So too does time’s cycle illuminate our destiny,
As it should be,
Not how it is amidst a conspiracy,
But clear truth aflame for all to see,
Risen to the surface of our understanding after eons in the dark,
'Neath blankets of black and white lies where unseen it was fertilised,
By the manure of the lies, and the tears of the wise.
Like the strength contained within the seed,
Truth's potential too is not visible to the naked eye,
But when freed from the confines of the lies,
Truth bursts forth in a flurry,
A positive big bang that defies the size of the truth itself,
As if in the freeing, fleeing from confines,
It joins up with all the other hidden maybes to define the time,
Honour itself in a glorious revelation,
Not the darkness of perceived revelation but the light, the lifting, the enlightenment,
Of truth revelation that sets us free from the barbarity of all that has come to be.
Like the seed that has few needs, just light and wet and warmth,
Truth simply needs time, acceptance and a voice,
The voice is found in the smallest cry, a mother’s sobbing or a soldier’s goodbye,
Dampened by Cindy’s tears, this week in Crawford was harvest time,
As little by little the voices have joined from a whisper to a whimper to a cry,
For truth to be finally released from government’s holding cells,
For answers to questions too long been withheld,
To flee from the lips of the leaders for justice to be done and free us,
From this idiocy of war for this unsettling, settling of scores,
One little answer for a mother who asks why,
“For what noble cause did my child die?”
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Namaste
“The world is a dangerous place. Not because of the people who are evil; but because of the people who don't do anything about it.”
Albert Einstein
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