Love's Dream



Let us dream love’s dream

A

Dream

The song is flowing forth,

To wake and heal the hearing heart

To let Life’s rhythms work

And let the spirit

fly

Upon

Its Wind.

A dream

The song would flow

more perfect in these veins. 

And move us fast to do the work

For children here and far away,

For generations not yet born,

 For millions,

Billions,

Trillions.

 Forevermore.

A

Dream

To grow the healthy tree

To be a healthy tree

To give the fruit

to feed

The

Future

Multitude

A dream

To be the morning sun,

To find a way across the hues,

Providing food for forest growth,

Not refusing, but still diffusing down

To leaves that grow in darkness deep.

A dream of leaves still singing songs,

Dancing, and seeking strength

To stop

The bugs:

The bugs

That feast

 Upon our roots.

A

Dream

That Truth’s

Bud will bloom

Again and again

In you, and in me.

I am responsible.

Therefore,

I am.

I

am,

A need 

 to sing,

To be clear as a mountain spring,

A light that runs upon the waves,

A gift to the river,

To be

A voice

Still singing.

I am

Most truly who I am

When I am my better spirits,

Whispering  winds upon my neck,

 A wish to ride on winds of better spirits,

Calling me out, again and again.

My purpose has come.

My lungs

are filled,

My voice, 

It is raised

To sing of love.

Real love. True love.

The love that fits

The Golden Rule,

The discipline

Designed

By love

To make

Love real and true.

 

Let it be our lamp,

An anthem for our age.

 Let us listen with our better spirit.

And then, with wings upon the winds

Let us sing.

Let us soar.

Let us flee the abyss.

 

By the Golden Rule,

Love’s

Empathy

Breaks the idols of our age,

With hammers in our hearts,

Love pounding out the beat

Behind the rhythm starts

To crack

Our fault:

Our fault

That lets

Us fall,

And fall,

And fall,

And fall.

So,

Let there be light.

Divide the light from the dark.

Let the song go on.

Again,

Again,

And again.

Our purpose has come.

Our lungs are filled.

Our voices are raised.

Let us sing.

Let us be light.

Let us be bright.

Let us be clear as a mountain spring,

And sing the mind

 To reason’s height,

And find the way

From wrong

To right.

Hope

The children look to us.

Their children look to us.

And their children look to us.

The untold millions of generations

Will not see life if we should fail

To save their world… 

Pray,

Hope,

Open

Our

Eyes.

Be

Our

Light.

Show

The

Way.

Make

Us whole.

                                                

The

Song

(The Hopeful one).

Standing strong,

A Lonely voice

Sings on

With hope.

Our hope.

Our song.

 

 

Let the chorus breathe and swell

To make us wake and dream

The disciplined spirit of love

That fits the Golden Rule.

Let our chorus swell,

To shatter

The shell,

That is

the spell,

Of the dark’ning dawn.

Let’s do love’s work

And sing hope’s song.

Let me be joined with thee

In spirit’s truest family:

The Unbounded We.

The Three Cups



DREAD

 Today’s the Day of Dark’ning Dawn

When terrors grow as powers grow,

 Our powerful faults threaten all we know.

And so, it is today the Day of Dark’ning Dawn

When famine awaits the end of combustion,

When all is exhausted by our consumption,

When we await a war of mass destruction,

When species die in mass extinction,

When the weather grows weird,

When the world avoids fear,

And denies all evidence

That horror is clear,

That horror is near,

By invoking

The unreason

Of darker times

And the blind consensus of selfish minds.

HOPE 

There’s toxic stew thats brewed within that cup of lead,

The acid of despair or sweet denial’s poisoned air,

A draught for those who’d let the world be dead.

Drink not from lead, but try the golden cup instead.

Beneath the cloud of growing power,

Life is frail.

But we can hope

To save it all

By drinking of the spirit found within the golden grail.

LOVE

Let us sing the call

To build it here:

The Holy Grail

In spirit near.

Become the love,

That brick by brick

Becomes the Holy Home,

The Temple of the Light of Truth,

The Temple of the Truest Love,

The Love

That fits

The Golden Rule.

The Narrow Path that travels to

And through the sunlit gardens beyond our cave.