by atma anna christ
Somewhere in the kitchen somewhere in a dream somewhere in a parallel world
I see the hunger unbearable eating bones of dead bodies crawling in caves and cemeteries
the ever hungry the ever thirsty drinking blood and wine
looking at them now perceiving the suffering the pain of such a soul
all that is left is to forgive whatever needs forgiving
is not the mind it is the body that remembers as the smell of death approaches
Nothing ever ends except consciously in awareness
and I wonder why we came in this time line praying for freedom
and ready to pay the debt to move across the line of sorrow
and I wonder why we have chosen the slow dance of liberation…
Thank Gaia 