On the New Moon
The madness of the world. The peace that is ever abiding.
The Madness of the World
It’s always been this way
The search for peace
Is still a search
Participate, try if you must
If you are even so inclined
For those rare birds who are
Truly
Committed
To
Unconditional
Unwavering
Peace
Abiding Peace
Peace Abiding
There is the realization
That
You Are That Peace
Which you seek
Which you yell for, fight for
Scream for
Meme for
You Are That Peace
Not every one will wake up in the
Story Line
Not every appearance of individual
Body-mind-spirit-organism
Has interest, inclination, orientation
To eternal, abiding realization
Of unconditional, unmoving
Unwavering
Peace
No.
Many are meant to flail.
To anguish
To fight
To be involved
Tis true
If you realize the Truth of
The Self
This unwavering, abiding Peace
What can it give you
What can it do for you
What could be given to the drop of
Water
The ego that is
Already whole, complete,
Part of everything that
Exists?
The ocean is wakening to itself
The wake of the ocean
Consciousness realizing its own
True nature.
And more musical accompaniment. . .
Thank you, Erin.