First days. Last days.
 

These are the first days
These are the last days.
The days of transition
From division to the realisation
Of One.
As loving sense cuts the strings of manipulation
Worked by puppeteers and profiteers
Who will change-or perish,
Lost in the non reality of their construction.

petex.

Our own hands
Hold the wheel
To choose the way
This judgement day.
And the judge speaks
With our own voice
Saying-
It is no longer possible
To avoid the choice
Shall we continue
To profit and plunder
Or care now for all
In awe and wonder?

petex