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All Holding Hands

ALL HOLDING HANDS

Shiny and new,
Brilliant and blue,
Covered in crystal white,
Oh'...what a sight,
The freshness - sweet and light.
More than a treasure,
Wonder - pleasure.
Silver and gold,
Perfect folds 
And stately moulds.

Across shores and sands,
Gently sloping lands,
All holding hands -
To what it commands.

Our yearning for this and these,
Above, beyond the trees,
With us down here - please.
To scrape and scratch,
To beg, to match,
To be the first to latch.

Pounding, raging heart,
Things must have - not part -
Protect, defend - at the start.
New and more to eat and gaze,
Of old tradition to amaze
Of rightful duty within the haze.

Over all - our racing eyes,
"Come in, come in" to idealise -
Must have, to hold, to prize.
We were there, we saw,
Fascinated with gore, 
‘More - we want more’.

Cheers and tears,
Covered welcomely in ours and theirs…
Through the years -
Of gain and loss,
We Search and Cross
The desert and the moss.

And these things once blue,
Shiny and new,
To it we threw. 
And to it they go,
Rows upon rows,
In fields not to grow.
To be tossed and returned,
Faded and burned
"What did they learn?" 

These fields of rot,
Safekeeping the have nots,
Side by side
Hide, forever they hide.
Under dirt they lay,
Forgotten with earth and hay -
Still - to stay.
Together forever they hide,
Side by side
Hide, forever they hide.

Across shores and sands,
Gently sloping lands,
All holding hands -
To what it commands.

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All

When a leaf breaks free of it's attachment.
And begins the journey -
Is it's destination already known.
Even when winds or breath persuade and push -
Is it's final resting place a decision, itself made at the birth of it's being -
Or that of the wind, breath and laden earth...ALL

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To Our Center

If we turn away and
Towards our center -
Away from even one attachment 
then 2,3,4 and on...
Those things, 
Those once important and seemingly essential things
To our existance - are away...
Yet we are mindfully watchfull of them.
Then those powers that have persuaded us...
To need them for our minds protection, defence and pleasure.
If we turn from them, to our center...
They will have no option but to surrender that which binds us to them.
The defence budget would be cut by half - for teachers, schools
sustainable development, electric and solar cars, 
Water filtration systems for our gardens...and on.
Our fences will not be pulled down by them...
by our own minds, anew and found.