My place, taken by the sounds that corrupt our minds
By hollow sounds that corrode our way of life.
Opening a darkness that feeds into our dis ease,
Shielding the option of choice, the disillusionment
That follows us around.
Our confinement
Held for ransom as we break apart upon this trail
A trail of Tears that flood the senses.
Lost inside this idea, of what once was
Of door ways that transport us into fragmented minds
Held together by small ideals
Of wasted opportunities and frozen dreams.
To arise above
To seek the truth
Behind the fears that eat us up inside
To arise and create our own tide
An ocean that follows the natural rhythm of time.
Following this illusion that time really is on our side!
Finally we face the object of our discontent,
Of subtle energies that led to our descent
That fragile drop
That leads to transformation
Of opening up and finally beginning our migration.
To a world of regenerative nations!
Tired after a weekend of connection, activism, progress and fun. Of making new memories that will help me through the darkness that has yet to come. Life is so fragile and yet we take it for granted everyday, spending our time worrying about what may or may not happen, preventing us from living in the now.
A weekend of tears and laughter and realization. A weekend full of wonders. Feeling very lucky to be surrounded by people who still know what it means to be alive and who choose to celebrate it, to make conscious decisions and reach out to support those who need it the most-
Feeling very grateful and Hopeful.
Life is what we make of it, there are no guarantees. Each moment is a gift and a right!
