the cries of ancient prophecies
echo in the wind
a thousand years of persecution
culminates here
in this tiny room amidst the vast world
~adorned in rich velvet burgandyforestsierra
we sit amongst acceptance
smiles not in vain
warm hearts bleeding compassion
we see through the boundary; the wall of lies
into the minds eye we drift
falling softly on clouds of goodness and love
in your pupil a spark is born
remembrance of a time when evil and disdain were vanquished
in a breath of understanding
around this orb of light, the oneness of the soul joins two hearts, then four, then billions
of stars, lightyears away smile down upon our race
the human race
we are the same
for this moment we forget to hate and loath that which is unknown
for this tiny moment, in this tiny room, we know the truth
that our ancestors knew
we know
we know
