Passengers

Take our shape from those that we love and hate,

Seeds are watered within defining our fate.

Freedom an illusion from the Other

Taming the soul of sister and brother

And so He lights a fire of desire

To lock us in thoughts of what to acquire.

All fools dancing blind to His Piper’s call

One follows one over the cliff we fall

To the abyss of the rapacious few

Who weave dissatisfaction hitherto.

Un-blind yourself , rise up and know His plan,

Reclaim your space every woman and man.

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Turning Circles

Turning circles, the tunnels of our mind.

Sky blue, tide turns, mountains stand tall behind.

Stood outside of time we’re all lost souls.

Feel the heart beat, wind blow, ice cold, snowfalls.

Cry out, appease the unrelenting pain.

Warm sunshine, fast river flow, driving rain.

Dwelling on times yet to be and now gone.

Sweet birdsong, crashing waterfall, white swan.

Trapped by how they say life ought to be.

Blossom blooms, bumble bees, green leaf, tall tree.

Release clinging chains of desire that tie.

Flower sweet scent, red deer run, white clouds fly.

Letting go and returning just to be,

Turning circles now still, all calm, set free.