The sun rises on the innocent and the guilty
Water quenches the clean and the filthy
Animals die for the helpful and the hurtful
To have life is to take life
To die is to have lived
To give is to have received
To love is to have been loved
The trees never tire of worshipping the sun above
Our source of life and love
With branches like outstretched hands waving to
Their creator as all Sol’s children do
Revolving around our orb of power
As it shines with glory ever upon us
Filling us with the warmth of a star
Revealing all the colors that we see
Guiding our way by day
While by night Luna reflects his light
Her majesty shining Sol’s might
Upon many a weary walker of the dark
Traveling wonderers wandering far
Theirselves made of a Grandparent star
Who once burst into a nebulous cloud
Hiding their majesty as with a colorful shroud
To then reform into the system we inhabit
And create the balance required to have it
Through the life that to us was bestowed
That we may through our struggles continue to grow
Expanding
As the All expands
In spirals and circles
As the All demands
Consciousness rising higher
Diving deeper
We the Earth as wisdom’s keeper
Knowledge seekers
Beacons of light
Shining as our heavenly parent shines
Connecting souls as loving life lines
Communication revealing the duality of the Divine
Yet confirming the Unity of time
In the Eternal Now we find
That Ever Present Spirit inspires and expires us
Filling our flesh with fiery trust
That we may
Let go in faith
Our egos which may waste
The energy we taste
In selfless action
That even binds factions
Once divided
Now united
When differences are celebrated
Representing universal elements
Often imitated
From the proboscis of butterflies
To the trunk of elephants
All these and more we share
And these qualities make life fair
The impartial aspects of the All I declare
That you may have peace
As you find your ways to fare
May ease uncease
Grace ever increase
About the Creator
Conjury
Poetry, reveries, and streams of consciousness. Musings, revelries, and free dreams of consonance. Metaphysics, philosophy, and magick cognizance. Writing things that make me high and do a dance.
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