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.