Monday, April 4, 2011

Channeled poem - Your New Tribe 4-4-2011

You've gathered together,
from all different parts,
of various vibrations
and hosts of false starts.
See the raw beauty
in the eyes of ones near,
and judge not the 3D
things you too have feared.
For these are your comrades,
your warriors who stand
behind you and afore your
interests at hand.

There is no real distance,
there is no real need
to separate yourself
from the love you must seed.
Shrink not from affection,
you aren't to avoid,
the intimate expressions
you were meant to enjoy.
Open your heart to this
once and for all,
this message is the letter
sent by your last call.


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