oh, little owl,
and you who are sweet mouse for the Cat,
and the visualword magician himSelf.
angelwings,
in mysterious skies,
those who added flaming lips
to the palate of my senses...
twinsister with the same name as i,
and all others who stare into space
and create their own paradise...

here, now,
it is you who are
a littlelot of gods and goddesses
who can give conception to utopia.
for you hold the apple in your palms,
and know that when you take a bite,
you are not breeding corruption,
but refusing to partake of fallacies.
(for it does not align with who you are,
and know your Self to be)
you hold the knowing
that forbiddenfruit holds natural juices...

and it is all of us
who are blooming
into healing snowlotuses...

you only need listen...
sing to those who can't seem to fall asleep at night...
be what comes naturally,
and the world will follow...

we must be the stepping stones...

leading to the little things...

11/21/2002

Author's Note: i don't think this is finished (and i've never siad that before)...i don't normally edit anything i write, but the message in here is important to me, and i want to dot my 'i's and cross my 't's... the shape of the world today needs changed...we cannot rely on our government for this change...trigger happy fools, i say. war is not the way...for you cannot quench fire with fire... so take of this piece what you will, but apply it in some fashion... namaste,

Posted on 11/21/2002
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