Time of Times

It was in a day the day seemed bright, hustle and bustle was daily life. To and fro the people masses like the ocean ebb and tides. Moving about at speed a new looking on inside I knew. With star of dampness creeping down finding its way through the grooved of times, the need to sit in silence, and let so be time of times wash over self hypocrisy of times just unlearned beings to its highest potential..... defeated in the end dust blown like all others. There must be more than greed and wars and hatred to fill ones evolution, there must be more............ than to suppress that which flows like self. Yet the bloodshed and agonizing screams torn down the inner wall once secure and safe. The air inhaled once pure and clean refined its now polluted with mankinds dreams of more The still small star down lined grooved face seems to understand its matter from deep within like the sucking on the Mothers breast content belonging to the one filled divine for a time, for a moment grow be wise Simplicity in its beauty is worth more Than gold refined. In humbleness the cloak is purified.