Thursday, June 2, 2011

Channeled Poem, Ground Left Unseeded, June 2, 2011

The dangerous, the simple, the finite applause,
in detriment to the idealistic jaws
of hunger and simplistic grabbing of sod.
For anything with us that isn't right now,
is dismal along side whats under the plow,
the grounding, the dirty, the slow and the like,
is not what the splendid mind wants down the pike,
but interesting and unified beings as One,
dare us to see the treasure we've flung,
down to the Earth and  reaching towards heaven,
connecting to Source is not through the brethren,
but up through our feet from our Mother down low,
her heavy messages too much to bestow
as we are hell bent on that which is nonsense
compared to the truth of the one who has born us,
the sphere of all consciousness right under our feet,
is the energy and life that is slow and our defeat,
after years of chasing that which was a shadow,
and now rest in short breathes on the ground in the fallow.


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