Let me take you by the hand
Lead you to my wonderland
Where  we all are equal!
We the people,  make
We the people,  break.
This world is what we make of it.

Shell✨🐚

What sordid devotions to identity and strife
Misguided, deranging
Place joy atop a knife

Only through eyes yet unopened
Can the single truth be gleaned
Unbridled, Undivided
Outstanding, Unseen

I am alive: moments
of which I know nothing
and cannot know anything

It's only a split second
after that I realize –
my mind divides it

into myself
into others and objects –
what altogether is not there

when I live, then I am
one with everything
without any

attention and senses
appearing to be involved
It just is and cannot be

any other way, sometimes
with an after-effect –
a Knowing Feeling

It's been a long journey
and though we don't know where it ends
We're almost there
I can feel it

It's been a difficult journey
Those who could walk, walked
Those who couldn't walk, we carried
But we couldn't carry everyone

It's been a strange journey
Different than anything we've faced before
We mustn't forget all that we've learned
We mustn't forget all that we've lost

It's been a tiring journey
The end is still far away
But if we walk together
I know we'll make it

Sometimes silence has little use.
The "made white" ghost even feels silence a burden.

Sirens call "them" to me.
Wicked Caucasians here mostly.
Is it circumstance that calls my back to be straight?
Poor Caucasians drunk, violent, mischievous, or in possession.
Why do we do it?
Are we fed up with the powers of the world, so we lash out against what we see is their society?
Is it really a lack of gratitude for the wisdom that the hand of God has dealt?
For we are all equal/united in wealth, for God's wealth is in the possession of the poor and God's destitution is in the possession of the material wealthy.
But if ignorant of this unity, or in doubt of it, who can help one in rebellion against God?
For those who we think are more powerful, really abide by the "unity of station" where no one is exalted above another. For exaltation and righteousness is expressed in apparent abasement and wickedness.
For many an outer bad deed has hidden an inner good deed.
Can we not be agreed?

Water longed and gasped at the sunset colors above her
lapping them up in her mists and rolling waves
she took these tumbling breaths to exhale the palette across the bare sands, persuading them over and over again through time
till they too tumbled as grains in the radiant slurry

"There now, Earth and Sky. This is how we are One."

When people love power
more then  they do people
When people love money
more then they do people
Poverty will always have its way
World peace will always
be far away.
What can I say.
It’s a sad thing.


Shell ✨🐚