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.
Copyright © Maria Gothard | Year Posted 2015
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