“the world is waiting for
a change within our hearts
the last card for us all, a new era starts
so hit the road out there
alight a new tomorrow
recall a far off time
step out here and follow”—Edenbridge
Gaining speed-side-push-out into the swell and shove of beyond the bounds of pull down and racing to gate-less stars above Earth twirls and the edges of Eden’s slip and Martian descendants. Maybe-we-Be-descendants-of- the Martian family. Maybe-they-Be-the-travelers with Noah and an Armada of star-ships or an Ark called the Mother-ship—carrying the DNA of accidents or visions or hopes or fears to another place to adapt into have-to-want-to—creative creatures of rhythm and verse…Truth?—Religion-of-men…Prove that this is not Truth? Bible writers—Bring it on!
Humans—are creatures that should not exist within the laws of nature. Or—should we? Since life is Eternal Spirit; humans are in-step with all living creatures within the laws of nature…We are aware of self; however, all creatures of life are aware of being…Sweet paws of moving life are perfect. They do and they are perfectly—without single mistake or confusion. Being a life is not a judgment calling or bleeding the greed of out-of-control-meetings of self or me without the we of all of us—without four sweet paws to quickly move or twin fine wings to quickly fly or fins or dorsal ships or shapes of magic tucked safely beneath the morning sea. We—walk or crawl or fly or swim—we are life… And! Remember…These varied shapes of life are too—Eternal Spirits created or debated or accepted or rejected or imagined or imaged in creations either by divine accidents or notion’s whimsy or just…It is good to be a Spirited Robot—donchathink?
Nothing strange or different or odd or…Love is love and across our very own universe-verses of sweet song and sweet touches—music of spirit fleshes a moment of maybe truth and be damned any religious trifling traps of the ‘oh-no’—‘thou shall not’s’—knots of fool squeaks and man—churches—fear of live—living or giving or being and…bible books and book’s bibles—written by a few walkers—talkers of flesh—to control everyone other than these few powers—too must be sinful to rule and to dictate to anyone of the ‘We’ folk—of the world-wide planet of women and men. We are the power and they are the few— hear us roar when fear becomes hunger and balance shifts too far away from family and tribal dances again move around bright firelight into the outside darkest sight of changing night.
Strange fiction—Gods from Heaven shall come back and destroy the Earth in fiery stuff and suffering? Except for a pathetic few—all will perish? Hells-Bells—must be man-speak…We have been killing and destroying and suffering—since when? We are very good at waging war…Hate—always corrodes the container it is carried in…So! For a New Day try a Different View!
And! Beautiful you are…
‘Alight A New Tomorrow’ —by EdenBridge
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